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Goran Visnjic as Nicholae Schiller | Red Widow 1.03

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Goran Višnjić as Nicholae Schiller in Red Widow (2013)

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Eliot Spencer's official best outfit

So after 18,000 votes, 406 outfits, 96 polls, we have collectively decided on Eliot's official best outfit of the series. Thanks for voting and sharing your outfit-related lust/despair/gender envy and other assorted Eliot thoughts!

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tagged by @draculastarion to post WIP. probably never goina get around to finishing this fic about a true neutral wyll. [nsft, mention of piss]

He found Wyll stood at the crevice designated as their relief area, piss stream arching between two stalagmites and into the chasm below. Without looking over at Astarion's approach, he said, "Read a book like this once." "Oh?" "An adventurer caught unawares in the washroom." Wyll finished up, unselfconsciously turning to Astarion after he shaked off the last flecks. "An incubus greedy for a snack." Wyll leaned his weight on one hip, arms crossed. Wyll named a few more stray details, but Astarion's attention quickly snapped to his crotch. Wyll's soft dick crested from the vee of open pants lacing. From it also emerged his pubis' thatch of carefully manicured dark twists that crawled upward to his ever exposed belly button. Astarion had been seeking distraction from boredom, but the sight so practically shared stings almost too sweet temptation into Astarion. Wyll's exposure fit none of the usual standards of play for Astarion: the terminus of a grand romance spanning a night, or the casual romp sparked by pure lust, or the illicit call of cuckolding one's partner, or the need to get out of one's head with an ethereal elf with ruby eyes. No, here was Wyll with his lacings undone, unimpressed and unsurprised with Astarion, but not uninterested. Casual. Near domestic. Hells, Astarion wanted to lick those curls until they were so sodden with spit and sweat and come they laid flat and tacky against his stomach.

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Thanks for sexualizing peoples trauma fuckhead

anytime

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"Myrkul [compared to some gods, is autonomous] obeys no one but is influenced by Bhaal and Bane..."

I love this weird connection the Dead Three have with each other and how it never seems to go away completely. I don't think co-dependency is quite the word for it, but they're just utterly toxic for each other, keep fucking each other over, and somehow they keep coming back to this alliance. For some reason the opinion of the others holds sway!

Like Bane is... Bane. He thinks he doesn't need anybody and everyone is subservient to him! He's allergic to his own capacity to enjoy things or feel emotional attachments to people. He just fundamentally can't compute when he cares about someone. Why is he upset they're dead? Bane doesn't know! He also only got as far into the Time of Troubles as he did because he has Myrkul backing him up. He still kind of depends on the other two and at least once upon a time had respect for Bhaal.

Bhaal needs the other two to keep his murder hoboing in check, and they seem to be the only beings in the universe who can (or are permitted by Bhaal) to do so. Myrkul left him unsupervised for a week once and Bhaal ended up getting distracted trying to kill winged ponies and then got killed, ruining his and Myrkul's plan.

Myrkul, by all accounts, is shooting himself in the foot every time he agrees to work with these idiots and he keeps doing it. Some descriptions have assigned gods mortal-like feelings, wants and needs, so like, is he lonely or what? Myrkul's charisma is abysmal by mortal standards; by divine standards a landfill of rancid trash has more appeal (he spent the last stretch of the Time of Troubles in a sewer, talking to zombies and himself). Bhaal is basically his only friend in existence (Bane is... there. Myrkul doesn't exactly like him, and yet he still works with him.)

The last time these idiots cooperated Bane destroyed Bhaal's worshipper base and got himself killed and thus left Myrkul in a mess, then Bhaal got killed due to murderhoboing and left Myrkul even further in this mess, and somehow the 15th century rolled around and these three agreed to work together again. Working together worked so well last time! What is wrong with you.

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One of my absolute favorite tropes is “We have taken the one you love most!” “Oh, have you? Good fukken luck lmao” *distant screams of kidnappers as loved one escapes* or the flipside: “We’ve kidnapped you!” “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS LOVED ONE ARRIVES* and the alternate: *vehicle pulls up, door opens, person is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away* “Did you get kidnapped??” “For a minute yeah”

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A panel from a comic I posted on my saucy twitter account HERE if anyone above the age of 18 would like to see the full thing

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wrote a little about this here!

Okay but what if Harry Wilson's complicated past also involved cooperating with Damien Moreau

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Maybe this is greedy but I'd also like Eliot and Hardison to each get Broken Wing Job-ed and have to solve their own out-of-their-wheelhouse schemes by themselves, and impeded by a major hindrance of some kind

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I'm curious to hear why you hc Eliot as a nb lesbian if you don't mind !

i talked about it here and then here. i have a tag linked in my pinned post that shows my attachment to the hc. my main canon verse, of hearth and home, delves into it textually, particularly supposed to know, regular regimes, and the wip between your thighs. there's also a trans woman fic, so much to say.

but there's never not a reason to transenby/transbutch a character. people make eliot a trans man all the time, and i don't think you need a reason to do it for either case. im just a dyke who loves and admires trans women and butches, and so i prefer to explore that realm of gender over transmasc identity in my own writing. also, there's a dearth of transfem fandom'ing and if i gotta come in and do it myself, so be it.

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Saw someone mention the new Boston Dynamics' robot was introduced like a Souls boss. Was not expecting it to come out so creepy.

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hi! i wanted to ask what your policy is on podfics of your work? i love your leverage stuff so much.

absolutely yes! i would be honored. maybe that i be made a coauthor so if any comments come in specifically about the fic, i can read them? not sure how podfics work!

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eliot’s apron

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Wyll calling his lover his 'star'. Astarion's spawn ending being him adventuring and performing heroics of his own choice. Wyll naming his adopted daughter Lily. The flower Astarion's lover puts on his grave being a lily. Monster hunter turned monster and monster turned hunter. Can nobody hear me

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favorite bg3 detail that makes me want to kill myself is the fact that every horned character has horns that look very smooth and natural on their head, except for wyll. there is that wrinkly skin around them and all the details just make them look like they grew there unaturally, painfully, tearing him apart. which is, of course, exactly what happened. but damn they really had to make sure we'll remember every time we look at them huh. and mizora could have presumably given them any appearance she wanted so i have to assume the fact that they look like they painfully tore through his skin was intentional. so he'd always have even more reason to feel unnatural and violated when he looked at his own reflection. so it would be even harder to come to terms with them because they would even look like they weren't suppose to be there. so he'd always remember that this was her doing. grrr grrr bark

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wyll.y.am ravengard, I love you so

everyone loves to put him in gold (rightly so) but my personal style is lots of silver jewelry + heavy eyeliner so that's what I gave him. also roses because he's so damn venusian