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[atrueneutral]

Look who slid into your inbox 😇 What would a dryad scene between Raphael and your Tav look like? (Not strictly a prompt)

BUT IT BECAME A PROMPT. Because the idea wouldn't leave my head. ---

He was becoming soft - malleable. He’d have to ruminate on when exactly he became putty in her hands, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to tell her ‘no’ whenever she came to him with the whim of an idea to enjoy each other’s company in public.

‘Dates’, she called them.

As a devil, he was used to courting people. There was usually a designated place and time to meet and discuss matters, and when his 'date' arrived, he’d cater to their desires with a charming smile before serving his deal on a silver platter. There was aught else to it aside from the perfect delivery of his lines and the signing of a contract. There was never any hand holding and soft touches, no staying close to each other and being drawn in for an impromptu kiss just because one felt like it.

And there were never any abhorrent creatures such as clowns, djinns, mummies, and-

“Shit, walk faster and don’t make eye-contact…” Tav urged from where she was posed on his arm.

He did not know what or who she was talking about, and thinking that they might be at risk of an attack (which seemed entirely plausible based on his beloved’s rather lively recounting of the last time she’d visited the Circus of the Last Days), Raphael made the mistake of looking around, leading him to make eye-contact with-

“You’re in love, are you not?” called out a lilting, feminine voice. It only took a split moment for him to recognize what the woman was; her nature was made apparent by the glowing markings that curled around her pale green body, the twigs in her red hair and the leaves that composed her scant outfit.

The question the dryad posed caused him to tense.

He should not have made eye-contact.

“I can see it in your eyes, stira. Your journey of-”

“Zethino!” Tav shouted, leaving him and moving in for the dryad. “You are Zethino, correct? The real Zethino?”

“I am, yes,” came the tree-spirit’s breathy reply. “I can see that you, too, are basking in love - a radiant love that you have never before experienced. There has been great suffering, and yet it has built the foundations of impenetrable devotion. Do you admit to this truth?”

“I do, but we’re not interested in-” 

“For one hundred gold, I will look into your hearts and see if your love is eternal, or doomed eternally.”

“No, thank you, Zethino,” Tav said, and she turned to give him an apologetic smile.

But… the dryad’s offer… possible confirmation that She would love him eternally…

Tav looked mildly nervous when she noticed him reaching into his pocket for his coin purse, and Raphael began to wonder why she so ardently wished to decline the offer.

Doubt began to creep in that she did not want to expose that her devotion to him was more penetrable than the dryad seemed to think.

Coin transferred hands, and the dryad magically pocketed the payment.

With a sigh and a shrug, Tav returned to standing beside him.

“Close your eyes. Be still as stone to earth, and remember to breathe…” the dryad requested.

His lip began to curl at the notion, and he heard a brief chuckle from the mouse at his side. Giving Tav a sidelong glance, he could read ‘don’t say I didn’t warn you’ in her humored eyes before she closed them.

He felt like a ripe fool - to close his eyes in the middle of a circus where lowlifes and vagabonds freely traipsed around… He was used to thieves and their mischief, and he’d be opening himself to the opportunity that they might be-

Her hand found his, and his heart lurched.

It (he) needed to know if Her love was eternal!

Raphael closed his eyes, became still as stone, and breathed.

Somehow he was transported to the middle of a forest. Lush plants and flowers filled the spaces between large rocks, pleasant chirping reached his ears and cool mist from the nearby roaring waterfall felt refreshing against his heated skin. He was now positioned at the end of a fallen tree trunk that made up a bridge, and standing at the opposite end was his little mouse.

“I see you. I see the bond between you. So tender. But do you see it for yourselves?” The dryad said, reading her lines off to the side of him. “Raphael: you are in constant war with yourself and with your heart. The heart is fraught, so let us begin with the joyous. When is he happiest?”

Yes, he regretted making eye-contact!

This corniness was made to expose him! Not Her!

And in front of this creature!

“When he’s won a new soul,” Tav said without needing time to consider.

She was placating him! Placating the fiendish side of himself when she surely knew that he is happiest… when he is…

(With her.)

He did not know what he was supposed to do, but Raphael did know he did not want to partake in the farce he paid one hundred gold for any longer. 

He glared at the dryad.

“Is she correct?” the tree-spirit softly inquired. “If so, she will step forward onto the bridge, and should the remaining two questions be answered true, you will go meet her at the center.”

When he faced Tav, he gave her a terse nod.

A flicker of a smile ghosted her lips as she stepped forward.

“Hear how your bond thrums with pleasure. Strong. Vital. Pulsing with affection,” the dryad continued. “Many things delight the heart, but only one makes it sing. Tell me, what does he desire more than anything.”

“To be the Archdevil Supreme,” Tav answered.

Yes, yes!

However…

(Her love and affection.)

An embarrassing admittance for a devil to reveal!

End this sideshow of a spectacle!

Raphael crossed his arms and sharply nodded once more, prompting Tav to again step forward until she landed at the center of the bridge.

“The sweetest loves dance lightly on the tongue. But now, we must dig deeper into the most painful reaches of the spirit. Fear sits in the soul of all - to tame it, we must name it. Raphael - what is his deepest fear?” asked the dryad.

“To be consumed,” Tav stated.

How right she was - the deeply ingrained and horrifying fear that he would one day be consumed and have his existence end at the hand and mouth of his father should he fail…

(Was second to his fear of losing Her.)

Ready to be done, there was purpose in his stride as Raphael moved to meet his beloved.

“Hey, I tried warning you,” Tav laughed. “I knew you would hate thi-”

He pulled her to him, cut her off with a kiss, raised his other hand and…

Snap!

They were back at the Circus, standing side by side.

“Ah, thank you, Zethino,” Tav said, her face flushed. She turned and tugged on the hand she still held. “We’ll be going now.”

The dryad smiled. “A bond and love eternal you two have.”

As they started to walk away, his dearest little mouse threw a response over her shoulder, “Yes, and unlike him, I didn’t need to waste one hundred gold to know that.”

[mikuchan]

got another one for you: Minthara x Wyll 😊

I can't find a pic of them together so pretend Wyll is asking Minthara to dance for the free space haha

I like them!!!!! Both noble, but in such different ways, just such an interesting pair.

Someday I will finish my half-written Wyllthara Bridgerton AU.

[ziskandra]

Hi 😊 I want you to know that your blog has been a source of inspiration since I joined the Hawkedith ship about 2 weeks ago <3 I've been wondering, do you have a favourite soft headcanon for Meredith?

I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying despite the relative dearth of hawkedith here at the moment!

I must confess, this question has me stumped for quite a while, until I realised there is something about Hawkedith itself that is different from my other Meredith ships and that is when it comes to Hawke, I absolutely see Meredith as the little spoon 😌

[gaeldricge]

Western!AU with Emmrich moving to a prairie town as the new doctor (just a little bit inspired by Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman - maybe some of the other "oldies" around here remember that as well :D) with his adopted son, Manfred, who wants to become his Dad's apprentice. Then there's deputy sheriff Neve, former soldier Davrin who's now training horses, gold miner Taash, farmer/cowboy Harding, former bandit Lucanis now running a grocery store, silver smith and tinker Bellara. And teacher (mourn watch!)Rook who happens to have a lot of trouble with an old injury at her left hand, and needs to see the good doctor frequently *cue p music*. The Shadow Dragons run the saloon, the Crows the brothel/casino. Am I crazy? Yes!

[yappacadaver]

A romantic ice skating tryst with Emmrich and his honey ⛸⛸⛸

Thank you so much @gaeldricge for the commission, your rook is gorgeous!!! Commissions always open ♥

[azperja]

Raphael and Josi

Comm drawn for gaeldricge

[mojo-bro-tho]

I have been tagged and therefore I am it-

By @excited-hiss

The rest of y’all be fucking IT if you wanna or whatever •~• @redheadsramblings @gaeldricge and also other people who want to (again, I won’t tell the cops. Just tag me and I’ll cover for you)

Describe yourself ONLY with pictures you have, you CANNOT search or download new pictures.

I’m what the kids call a “meme lord” honestly I could’ve added more but there is a limit LOL

[galeorderbride]

Songs of Spiders and Serpents - New Fic Released!

Pairings:

Rugan x Original Female Character (Halissta)

Minthara x Alfira

Summary:

This fic is 18+ for graphic sexual content, violence and dark themes.

This fic follows the cut content of the game in which Minthara has a daughter (an adult in this fic obviouisly): ...

We all know the adventures of Tav and their unique bunch of companions--but what if someone else was following in their footsteps?

Halissta Baenre can't find her mother, Minthara. After not returning from investigating cult activity on the surface, Halissta decides to take matters into her own hands. Enlisting the help of three Zhentarim (a doe-eyed ranger named Olly, a spirited wizard named Salazon, and a cantankerous old rogue named Rugan) Halissta embarks on a journey to track down her missing mother.

Meanwhile, Minthara has been enthralled by the Absolute. She can't remember any of her past outside what the voice allows. That is, until she hears a musical note from a tiefling bard that brings back an entire life hidden from her--including her own child.

Note: This fic is the brainchild of myself and my dearest friend @gaeldricge. Crafted by hours of amazing conversations, this is written with her in mind!

[v-arbellanaris]

Writing game: Post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line

i was tagged by @thewardenisonthecase & @gaeldricge - thank you for tagging me! i haven't worked on my wip in the longest time bc ive been completely writer's blocked but this was the last line i worked on 2+ months ago lmao

The path was merciless; no matter where he looked there were limbs, decayed by Taint or frostbite, stuck out as if begging for help, the only markers left of bodies left to rot, indistinguishable from the dead trees spread out around them like Tainted veins.

that's a big number of words so im just tagging @dellamortethelesser @symphorine @vigilskept @dreadfutures & @rosella-writes & you <3

[punderdome]

Writing Game

Writing game: Post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

I was tagged by @gaeldricge

That moron can’t even sense the enchantment inside.

@adinfernumadinfinitum @emmg @gravecleric0900 @crystalizedbloodd

If you're interested in playing, consider yourself tagged!

[atrueneutral]

Don’t know if this has been asked before, but what's your take on a love confession? Who would go first? Is Raphael's obsession with Tav enough to actually make him say the words or would it remain with a version of his "own way"? Would Tav say them?

In my head, Tav is always the one to first confess, and Raphael never quite musters the strength to vocalize the words of “I love you”. He’s come close, but his pride prevents him from expressing such mortal, sappy sentiments. Thus, his love is forever expressed in His Own Way™ (being his actions and in the way he looks at her).

Sometimes she’ll ask him out of the blue when she’s tucked against him.

“Do you love me?”

And in these private moments, he’s always able to say, “Yes.”

Or, when she’s been particularly vexing, he replies with a serious sounding (but teasing), “Unfortunately.”

[mikuchan]

Ship opinion bingo: Jaheira x Shadowheart 😉

great ship, A+, would be fantastic to do in a co op run alongside Minthara/Lae'zel.

jk...unless............................

I love tief4tief's fanfiction for them

[imakemywings]

Last Line

Tagged by @gaeldricge to share the last line I wrote. This one is from tonight...I may be drafting up some things for the Double Agent AU...

Still Guinevere hesitated, but in the end she left without saying anything else, and Solas was alone with the babble of the brook and the cold light of the moon.

Feel free to share yours too!

[gaeldricge]

WIP whenever

this is my first time doing this!!! DATV is slowly pulling me out of my writers block. So I've started working on my own uni au, that includes a bit of a love triangle between Rook, Emmrich and his wife, Johanna. I felt inspired by the whole "marriage of convenience but then partner A falls for their true love" trope.

Okay, here you go:

When he opened the door softly, he found Johanna still sitting at her own desk. Her hands frantically tapped on the keyboard of her laptop as she muttered small curses under her breath. “Ever heard of knocking?!” She didn’t shout but it still felt like that. “Apologies. I.. I saw your light was on, are you still working?” “Obviously!” Emmrich waited for a moment then decided it was safe enough to continue speaking. “You weren’t at the meeting today.” “What an astute observation, Professor.” That was good enough to keep going. “Did something come up?” “Obviously,” Johanna repeated her sentiment with a little less bite. Her fingers still tapping on the keys. “You missed our new postdoc. Dr. Amal–” “I’m sure there’ll be enough time for me to meet your new puppet.” The bite was back and she halted to finally look at him over her screen. “Is there something important you wanted?” Emmrich’s free hand automatically moved to Manfred, petting his fur unconsciously. “I merely wanted to check in and see you are well. It’s late.” Johanna’s eyes fixed on the cat, narrowing critically. “I know, I can tell the time. Thank you.”  Emmrich’s shoulders dropped a little in defeat. “Alright. Goodnight then.” He turned and pulled the door close behind him. “Goodnight dear husband!” She called after him, imitating his own voice in her usual mockery.  He eyed Manfred who blinked back at him. “Never mind her,” he whispered and went back towards his own rooms.

[sky-kiss]

OC Patron Saint Game

Tagged by @flamemittens.

Chill time tags for @djmorn, @makesometime, @gaeldricge.

take this quiz for your ocs and find out what they’d be the patron saint of

As per the norm, doing this for my Dark Urge, Joi, and my Tav, Solaen.

JOI:

patron saint of martyrs

the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

SOLAEN

patron saint of lost faith

patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping through your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

Brb, gonna go cry forever at the thoughts that inspired.

[tetoman]

Thanks for tagging me @gaeldricge!

Last book: Currently in the middle of my yearly read of Count of Monte Cristo (best book ever)

Last movie: Godzilla vs Kong: The New Empire - thought it was very bad actually, although I liked when Mothra showed up.

Last show: Star Trek: Deep Space 9

Sweet/savory/spicy: Spicy!

Last thing I googled: how to find carbon abiotic factor

Current obsession: Abiotic Factor, a very good survival crafting game, highly recommend

Looking forward to: Playing Decent into Avernus!!

Tagging: @ugli-ly, @hanktalkin, @tief4tief