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@avoskorm tagged me for a WIP Wednesday Whenever and I've managed to buckle down a bit and work on one of my event prompts

so!

i will tag @defira85 @sleepytimegrrl @oldlight117 @marlfox1017 @strugglingcomet2

and with that said, have a little bit of Alde the Dark Urge, Shadowheart, and (the polycute's newborn, Kerena,) dealing with the anxiety of being so very very fucked up and ALSO new parents under the cut

…You find yourself clenching your fists, so you curl yourself more firmly into Shadowheart’s side, feeling the shifting of her ribs against your cheek with the rise and fall of every breath. Safe. All your loves are safe here.

While it would demean little Kerena for her to be assumed to be of your blood… it would only demean her. There is nothing and no one in this world more terrifying than you. Nothing that could come for her-- for any of your loves-- will ever even come close. You swore an oath, and you will protect the light you’ve found with everything that you have.

"Do you... often feel like you're intruding, Alde?" Shadowheart asks quietly, studying you over the precious bundle in her arms held to her chest, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You stiffen against her side, your eyes widening, jerking as if she's caught you in the middle of committing a crime. You're not known for being terribly subtle, no-- well, not with anything but a knife-- but it still takes you by surprise sometimes, just how little you can hide from her.

"No!" you yelp, then slap your hands over your own mouth to shut yourself up. You cough and lower your voice to something barely above a whisper. "I don't... It's not... I mean, it's my own fault. Not anyone else's. It's nothing. Really!"

Shadowheart hums. "That's an awful lot of words for 'nothing.'"

"It's not like that! I promise," you insist. "I just... I wasn't made for this. I don't-- you deserve to be happy. All of you deserve to be happy. And I'm-- I'm me. I was made to end the world. Not-- not for this. Not for any of this. ...I don't want to ruin it."

You push yourself up to look at Kerena, and find yourself leaning down to kiss the wispy white curl on the top of her perfect little head. "I don't want to ruin anything for her."

Shadowheart watches you for a moment, the corner of her mouth curling towards one of the softest smiles you've ever seen. "...You really do adore her."

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I do. I was always going to adore her. She's yours. Made of the two people I love more than anything in the world. She's perfect. She was always going to be perfect."

"It doesn't bother you? That she's not..." Shadowheart flounders for a moment, before settling on a word choice she clearly doesn't like, but is too tired to rephrase. "...yours?"

"...She's mine in every way that matters," you say quietly. "If she was... more mine, that would be worse. No one deserves my father. Especially not her."

"Hmm," Shadowheart hums again, and your heart drops. If she does that twice, you’re really in trouble. "Tell me, Alde: do you think the rest of us would love her any less if she was? That we loved you any less, when your father still had a hold over you?"

You burrow into her side again to avoid her gaze; you just know the look she's giving you right now.

She shifts Kerena in her arms again, freeing a hand to rest on your head, stroking soothing fingers through your own mop of white hair. "Do you think you and the rest of our loves love me less, Alde, for still having Shar's hooks in me? For still bearing her mark on my own hand?"

“Nnnnnoooooo,” you whine, muffled, because you’ve buried your face in her nightshirt. “Don’t do that. Not fair.”

“You knew I never played fair when you married me,” Shadowheart counters playfully. “And I certainly didn’t marry a self-flagellating little fool.”

You unbury your face from her side just so you can look up at her with your most lethal pout. “I thought you married at least two of those.”

Shadowheart lets out a surprised bark of laughter, startling herself and Kerena both from the sudden motion. “Don’t make me laugh when I’m holding the baby! I’m already terrified enough something terrible is going to happen to her on my watch. Hold her yourself if you want to be funny.”

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Don’t me. I’m just heartbroken and suffering. Thanks, pal.

Smunday Smippet

it is no longer sunday anywhere in the world and it is barely even still monday in my own corner of it, but hey! i was tagged by @defira85 to share a bit of a wip

aaaand. instead of working on any of my current pile of prompts or commitments or chapter updates.... have chased the high of adding on to 'you can take my heart' with an Adana POV chapter

so! i will tag @oldlight117 @bonechillen @fogno @strugglingcomet2 @string-queen

and without any further ado, have some suffering under the cut.

Putting yourself between Shadowheart’s spear and the Nightsong had to be the cruelest (and stupidest) thing you have ever done. But it had been done with no fear in your heart.

…No, that was a lie, you had been terrified, more than you’ve ever been in your life-- but you had not ever been afraid of Shadowheart. Not even for a moment.

You had feared for her. Feared what she would become if she did as her Dark Lady demanded, feared to let yourself watch, to be forced to be a bystander as your first and only love threw away her hopes and happiness for a goddess who asked everything of her and gave nothing in return. So if Nightsong’s soul-- if Shadowheart’s own soul was not worth enough to her to save-- you would add yours to the equation. 

And well. If you were wrong, it wasn’t as if you would live to suffer for your mistakes. A bard was allowed some dramatics-- and first loves had ended in more tragic and dramatic ways, in the stories and songs. It was short-sighted, and selfish, and stupid-- even cruel, to put your love in such a position when you knew her spiteful goddess screamed to her in her mind.

You wish you could have swayed her with pretty words alone. You wish you had had the presence of mind to even try. But you hadn’t. When she had shouted at you that she would ‘step over your corpse’ if she had to, you had panicked: and you had called her bluff.

She had wrestled you to the dirt, (you might have hoped she’d do that under more pleasant circumstances, once) and the two of you had screamed at each other every terrible thing you could think of as you fought over the spear like children over a toy-- you knowing that nothing you could say could be as loud as the goddess whose shadow she stood in, Shadowheart knowing if she didn’t thoroughly break your heart she’d have to pierce it. 

And she’d won. She’d winded you and pinned you down, and climbed to her feet, her boot crushing your collarbone, her Lady’s spear pointed at your heart, wholly at her mercy.

… And when she finally held your life in her hands, she blinked. Faltered. Backed down, and threw her life, future, and destiny alike into her Lady’s abyss, after her spear. You have no idea what you or Nightsong said to her in the aftermath of that-- from the moment Shadowheart had awkwardly pulled you to your feet and kept your hand in hers, you had simply gone numb, as the selfishness-- the cruelty and stupidity of what you had just done crashed over you with the force of a tidal wave. You had put your love in an impossible position and taken her choice from her. You would never know if she would have ever chosen to free herself from Shar on her own-- and Shadowheart will never know the same. 

It is the most terrifying moment of your life when Shadowheart’s hand slips from yours as you are allowed to return to the material plane-- and she isn’t. When for a few, brief, terrifying moments, that must surely have been a thousand lifetimes to her, your love has the price of her defiance and disobedience exacted from her by her evil (former!) goddess in full.

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@robinyourcreator tagged me to post six pics that aren't selfies… Thank you, friend 🫡

1. Island Black Mustard (edible — very spicy horse radish/wasabi flavor)

2. Cowboy Cologne (this plant smells soooooo good when you rub the oils out of it, and can be useful if you get hot and sweaty while hiking)

3. Scorpion Ranch, Santa Cruz

4. Pochacco keeping wifey company before a scary movie screening.

5. Union Station

6. Rainy morning mountain bike ride

Tagging @strugglingcomet2 @callmelyrus @cylinderarts @random-introverted-blog @string-queen if any of you want to play along.

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WIP Word Train

rules: you get a word and look through your current WIPs to find a sentence/paragraph/blurb starting with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @robinyourcreator with the word HEART a million years ago and today is the day I tackle this, thank you friend :)

In turn I shall tag @strugglingcomet2, @callmelyrus, @string-queen, @shadowfalllen and @eldritchelfwriter with the word SHAME should you wish to participate.

H - (from Night Orchid Ch. 22)

Help me, Thomas. I plead with him silently and he pours himself into my request as his hand gently cradles Fin’s crown, fingers splayed out over his forehead.

E - (from some odd stream of consciousness draft that has to do with Night Orchid somehow)

Emptiness swept over you like a crashing wave. You could no longer feel your fear or your remorse as all emotion washed out with the receding tide. It was agreed. You were his. He empowered you. You wielded him as your own weapon.  In every plane of your existence, in every iteration you had always faltered. You would offer yourself.  You had pledged an oath. You could not defeat him. You could not escape. And for all your efforts to save her, you were powerless to help her in the end.

A - (from my draft for @shamelessinfodumper 's AU collab titled "Netflix Original- Under Her Eye: Inside the Cult of Shar"

A little girl giggles and runs through the church lobby. Her mother reaches out a firm hand to grasp her shoulder, curtailing the child’s play, her father casting a chastising glare at his daughter from across the foyer where he distributes the witnessing carts and publications. The light leaves the girl's eyes in an instant and her face falls, not to one of sadness or remorse, just a blank expression – one that can be molded and shaped to the church’s ends. Studying the girl’s new visage, a tiny stabbing sensation enters Shadowheart’s awareness. The face evokes a familiar emotion. Loss.

R - (from Distraction Kiss prompt WIP)

Ravenous. That was the first word that came to mind as you caught her gaze. You got yourself into this mess, a lamb willingly led into a den of wolves, and it was with fittingly hungry eyes that she watched as she circled you in the dark. You slow your breaths, you focus on her footwork for any clue to her next move. Your weapon is poised to meet her attack, but you can feel another set of eyes studying you in the dark training room.

T - (from WIP titled "First ?" which is part four of the Act I Night Orchid One-Shots)

The boulder at your back felt frigid, but it was the force of the impact as she gripped your collar and pushed you up against the rock that sent the shiver racing down your spine. Your head swooned, thoughts of resisting her advances and protecting your own heart simply rushed out of you along with your breath as she forced it from your lungs.

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Alright then, this is fine 🥵

Smut ask game

I'm avoiding my brain. Send me a pairing BG3 canon character x reader or x OC (any gender) and pick a number and I'll write a snippet.

1. "I need you inside me."

2. "Pull my hair. Harder."

3. "I want your fingers around my throat."

4. "Can I call you daddy?"

5. "You look so good on your knees."

6. "How do the ropes feel? Not too tight?"

7. "You are so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

8. "Just one look from him/her and I'm wet."

9. "Eyes on me when you come."

10. "You don't have to stay the night. Just fuck me."

11. "I touched myself last night thinking about you." "I know."

12. "Swallow."

13. "Please, please let me come."

14. "Naughty little thing. On your knees."

15. "How many times did you come?"

16. "Is it okay if I masturbate?"

17. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

18. "I'm not going to beg." "Oh, but you will."

19. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

20. "Please, just kiss me."

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Gahhhhhhhhhh good this is good and my heart is achey but also full. Well done, Comet!! Thank you 🥹🩶

Might you be persuaded to offer up a Shadowhurt kiss #20, on a scar? 🥲

Hi hi hi hi. Late but here :) thank you for the prompting.

The flesh made wall pulsated around them. Tav stood over the body of the strange priestess. Blood dripped from the tips of her knives onto the metal floor. She breathed slowly but heavily.

Shadowheart looked to the dead woman on the floor. She wished she could have delivered the killing blow. The horrific ways that zealous lunatic carved into the body that Shadowheart cradled so gently, so carefully.

Shadowheart can still feel the warmth of Tav’s back leaning onto Shadowheart’s chest, the warmth of the early morning sun on her cheeks. Shadowheart had traced the lines carved into Tav’s skin around her back and her shoulders and her neck and her arms. Shadowheart touched scarred over gashes between each of Tav’s ribs and jagged and angry dark surgery scars over her heart. A vision of Tav, her chest opened and heart beating in the palm of the priestess.

That vile woman played around in a body that Shadowheart revered. She tried to steal a heart meant to be held by Shadowheart. Shadowheart nearly wished Tav could release her inner rage.

Nearly.

Shadowheart slowly walked over to Tav. Her eyes were cloaked in darkness, her silver hair obscuring her humanity almost instinctively. Shadowheart had seen Tav’s body betray her. Watched as it writhed and frothed against its bindings. Watched as the beautiful amethyst eyes that held Tav’s joy and fear and grief turn cold and piercing.

Shadowheart still worshipped it the morning after.

Tav was biting her lip so hard, red dropped down her pretty chin. Tav was resisting, but it was taking mighty effort.

Shadowheart reached her hand out, slowly. Thoughts about what the violent side could do swam past her. She trusted Tav. And Shadowheart could do good, she could make this better.

“Tav, love.” A butterfly flew in Shadowheart’s chest. A little hope. “Tav, come back to me.”

Tav’s eye met hers when Shadowheart grabbed Tav’s hand - through the blood of the vile monster that caked her palm and wrists. The pupils were dilated so much Shadowheart could scarcely see the purple around them.

“Oh, Tav,” Shadowheart’s voice wavered as she saw the fury and the pain cross Tav’s face. Shadowheart took her hand in her own and rubbed slow, soothing circles around the scar next to her thumb.“I am sorry, I am sorry for what she did to you.” Tav squeezed her hand.

Shadowheart took steps forward, not letting go of Tav’s hand. She heard Karlach cough - she didn’t want Shadowheart getting closer. But Shadowheart trusted Tav.

Tav stared, her eyes fixated on Shadowheart’s. She breathed heavily, and all her muscles stand at attention.

“You are safe now though, Tav. I promise.” Tav gasped, but her pupils constructed just a little.

“We protect each other. But we need you here. I need you here, Tav”

Tav blinks a few times.“Shadowheart,” she whispered. Her voice was harsh with an edge that sent an instinctual chill down Shadowheart’s spine.

Tav blinks again, taking a few sharp breaths. Her pupils are still dilated, but more human. “Shadowheart, I am here.” It was more her voice.

Shadowheart smiled and let the relief flow over. The monster was leashed for now. “Good, I was worried I would have to muzzle you.”

Tav laughed. “You certainly could have tried.”

Shadowheart squeezed her hand. “We will get through this, kill Ketheric, and then we will wash all these sins and horrors from our hair and bodies. I’ll brush and braid your hair.”

Tav raised Shadowheart’s hand to her lips. She kissed each knuckle slowly. Her eyes never leaving Shadowheart. Lost life, pain, and vengeance all looked so good in her mouth.

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world where clams are the most common pet like dogs and dog sized and when they pass away it's normal to get their clam's pearl engraved and keep it on display

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Save me overthinking

save me bitching

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Day 108 cleansing the #caitvi tl

Wanted to have today semi free but I decided to draw a character I had never drawn before… like a dumbass.

I’ll get better at drawing you ma sweet boi

Kofi

[oldlight117]

Happy Easter and 420! 🍃🐣

to those who celebrate

Here, have some hot looking Gale

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eleanor shellstrop one of the protagonists of all time honestly. woman who sucks so much who gets put in a situation specifically made to make her worse and instead she gets better. filled with love for other people but replaced it with malice for as long as she could because love got her nothing. went from being selfish for survival to selfless for survival and in the end she lands on being selfless for selflessness's sake. she even has mommy issues. she's even bisexual.

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04.12.2025 | Shadowheart

The Inconstant Moon - Shar and Selune Cleric Gear - Armor - Shields by copperleaves. Minthara Dyes Remastered by ilikedetectives and amisthiosintraining. Shadowheart Alternate Hair - Updated for Launch by vyrelis. Camera by Frans Bouma. Captured using ReShade

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An annual U.S. State Department report detailing human rights around the world will remove all sections covering the rights of women, LGBTQ+ people, and the disabled as well as sections dedicated to discrimination against indigenous people and corruption in government, Politico reports. The censored report has likely been drafted in response to the president’s executive orders banning all diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) efforts in the federal government.

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EXACTLY!

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she’s definitely pulling late nights playing CoD and dunking on sexist men

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Six Song Soundtrack Game

Thank you for the tag, @toasterdrake!

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

(I will be answering for Elody from ”I Saw You in the Darkness”)

Event that defines your character's past: A Song for My Brother by Nam Hye Seung and Park Sang Hee

How your character sees themselves: Keep on Walking by Passenger

And I thought to myself: ”Oh, son,

You may be lost in more ways than one,

But I have a feeling that it’s more fun

Than knowing exactly where you are.”

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic): With a Little Help from My Friends by The Beatles

What do you see when you turn out the light?

I can’t tell you, but I know it’s mine.

I get by with a little help from my friends.

How others view them: Feel so Good by Claire Guerreso

I see ya with ya fine self

Going all out, baby, you’re the top shelf.

You a queen, you a boss

They just trying to keep up.

A major fight scene: Break the Barrier by Miss Li

It’s time for water to brawl.

It’s time to follow your heart.

It’s time for buildings to shake.

It’s time for barriers to break.

End credits song: On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons

I’m on top of the world.

Waiting on this for a while now,

Paying my dues to the dirt.

I’ve been waiting to smile.

Been holding it in for a while.

Take you with me if I can.

Been dreaming of this since a child.

I’m on top of the world.

I will no-pressure tag @fogno, @eldritchelfwriter, @shadowfalllen, @cylinderarts, and @oldlight117.