#AND VOLO WAS MY EVERYTHING ONCE

[waywardstation]

with the anon talking about angry ingo, i assume when ingo caught wind akari was banished. i can see all hell broke loose specially ingo charging at clan galaxy leader

In regards to this ask

I’ve thought on this scenario and I can see what you’re saying anon! A lot of people go this route, but I like to think that perhaps in that situation he’d be more concerned over Akari’s safety out in the wilderness than going and attacking Kamado — at least if he did get involved at all.

Personally the only thing I can see causing him to get like this is if he got the chance to personally confront the thing that pulled him to Hisui.

So many theories — Arceus themselves, Giratina at Volo’s command to open rifts, an Ultra Beast through an Ultra Wormhole — I think each one would bring some level of anger to it, either at the situation or the entity that did it.

He was pulled right out of his life and lost everything dear to him against his will (I’m assuming), and was just left adrift in a murky haze. And then to possibly find out whatever did it doesn’t even care or know they stripped him of everything? Maybe he’d be more angry at the situation he’s found himself in rather than the entity that caused it at that point. I don’t know, I’d have to think about it more. ^^

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Just gone through my bard book and seen there is still very much that I have still not shared since - WOW- since August.

And I am not talking about all the fanfiction WIPs I wanted to finish in August and just not managed to do.

So maybe I will share some of my "finding my perfect Astarion ballad" addiction with you. And after posting what is already done for so long, maybe then I can complete the stories I started at the end of summer.

[shiny-kaibernyte]

It's my Birthday!

March 19th and im a year closer to meeting Arceus lucky me! So here is some of my Pokémon simps headcannons as to how they would celebrate your birthday. (I was going to do my top 5 simps but they are all from different things so I'm gonna leave those to myself) There will be no Scarlett and violet characters. They will be in they're own post (There's a lot I like)

Characters: Adaman, Lysander, Raihan, Leon, Cynthia, Volo

💙💎Adaman💎💙

Adaman’s number one rule is that every moment counts. So when it comes to planning your birthday, he makes sure every second he spends planning results in the perfect outcome.

He would make sure to remember all of your favourite things to do and put as many as he can in one day without overdoing it. Adaman was always good at planning. Execution was the problem.

Headstrong and passionate don’t tend to go well together, so no matter how many hours he spends detailing everything. Planning around possible problems; as always something is bound to go wrong.

Surprise bandit attack; Alpha attack; Something happens in the Demand clan; Irida

Will that stop him from making this day all about you? Arceus no! He’s just gonna try harder to make you happy. Even if you're already beaming with the royal treatment he is giving you. Adaman won’t stop until the sun is gone, and he’s carrying you back home.

I would try and pinpoint 1 specific thing he’d do, but Adaman would do basically anything you wanted. Your wish was his command, whatever you wanted to do - he would do. Want to go on a catching spree? Sure. Want to walk along the coastal beach, when do we leave? Want to scale the cobalt mountains to reach the temple of Sinnoh? He’s already racing you up there.

You could drag him to the Alabaster Iceland's and he would follow you like a Fidough. It’s your day and he is going to make damn sure you feel like royalty by the end.

🧡☕Lysandre☕🧡

Lysandre is a busy man. Being the leader of Team flare and running his company and keeping his goal of beauty running smoothly. Time is not something he has! But for his darling's birthday, that's time he is happy to put aside.

He wouldn’t be particularly flashy about what he does for your birthday. He is a gentleman aftercall! Not psychotic at all he's fine i swear. Don’t expect Tengen Uzui level flashy. Lysandre is much more laid back than that. He won’t show you off to the world if you aren't comfortable with it.

His personal life is something he likes to keep behind closed doors, so for your birthday, the most public he would get is taking you out around Lumios, weather that be a shopping spree, a nice conversation at a quiet café. Dinner at a nice restaurant would be a must however. He still wants you to feel special so he will spoil you rotten with gifts. Dudes got the money to burn. 

I can see Lysandre planning something beforehand to keep the paparazzi distracted. Like calling in a favour with a friend high up and having them stage something on the other side of the city so you two can be together in peace.

Once you two get home, he will spend the night with you watching any movie or show you want. Reading with you, just talking with you. Anything you want so long as he can see that beautiful smile of yours. 

Lysandre will go to bed with you but… It's a 50/50 shot if he will still be in bed when you wake up. If he is there, lucky you! If he isn’t there, expect an apology note written quite detailed and a nice breakfast with a simple apology gift next to it.

💗🐉Raihan🐉💗

Battle dates. This man will take you to every single gym tournament and battle he can just to watch your excited face when something awesome happens. Seeing his treasure smile makes him all bubbly and giddy.

But don’t worry, he isn't just going to drag you around Galar showing you fight after fight. He isn’t that stupid. Raihan would definitely take you flying on Flygon so you can see the beauty of Galar from his view. Though his view won’t be on the land below.

For once, he will not mention Leon’s name once! I didn’t know that was possible but here we are. Today is about you, so Leon is flicked temporarily out of Raihan's mind and into the naughty corner.

Photo’s everywhere. Anywhere you two go, he will either stop to take a selfie with you or tell you to go pose somewhere so he can capture the moment. Defiantly will ask you before posting the photo though. Sometimes though he will sneak a photo of you when he thinks you like breath-taking. Something to keep to himself. And don't even think about saying you look bad in one of them, because he will then take a million more to prove you wrong. That or smother you in kisses so you won't say it again.

Raihan will be like Lysander when it comes to gifts. This man will SPOIL YOU! Anything you want, you’d have to grab him by the hood to stop him taking the crowd of people down with him. 

He would 1000% be down for a movie marathon as well if you would rather stay inside. He will have a fort built, snacks at the ready and every movie ready.

💜🎮Leon🎮💜

Bless his soul, he has no idea what to do. Leon would want to take you somewhere really nice he found during his travels, if only he could remember which direction it was in. Then he thought about a nice restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try. Which city was that in again? Perhaps he could take you out to the beach, where was that again?

He would leave it at. “I’ll follow you.” So just drag him around with you and he will gladly follow you and do what you wanna do. Just nothing reckless, he won’t do anything that could get you hurt. Unlike Raihan he would avoid battle arenas. 

I feel like Leon would 100% be down for a gaming day, he’d let you take him to any game store and buy every game you wanted and just play all of them. Card, board, video all of them. Single player or multiplayer he will be right there cheering you on or giving you competitive gals with a smile.

If you're up for it, Leon would ask if Hop could join you two for a little while, not long as Leon does want to spend the day with you, but Hop sees you as a family too.

Dude cannot read. So do not ask him to read anything, he can’t tell the difference between Your and You’re. But if you like reading out loud, he will have his head in your lap listening to you read if that will make you happy. 

Leon would try and make you the best cake he can! We know this man can decorate very well, the baking half is a hit or miss, definitely would have gotten help from an unknown alias. His mom.

🖤��Cynthia🌺🖤

Forest date. This woman would give you the royal treatment. Lysander got nothing on this Queen! She will take you anywhere you want for the day. But if you ask her to pick what you do or… a surprise!? She takes that as a challenge. You will most likely wind up on a secluded part of a meadow surrounded by nature.

Tranquil and beautiful, a place for just the two of you to spend time with one another. No champion duties, paparazzi, endless questions of your relationship. Just Her and you. 

Cynthia’s Roserade would make it subtly rain rose petals around the area to add to her love for you. If it’s raining, she has a plan for that too. No rain is going to ruin your special day! Hope you like dancing in the rain because she is already dragging you out to the flower meadows to dance with you hand in hand.

You can guarantee she has a picnic somewhere hidden, Where you will never know that. But this woman has come PREPARED! She’s prepared for everything, and your birthday is no exception.  She has everything, from your favourite snacks, drinks, everything. Even the blanket is your favourite colour. Cynthia even bought a pillow with her that you could sit on so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable if you wanted it.

Like Raihan her Pokémon would be involved. But instead of flying, she would use her Pokémon to put on a show for you. The rose petals from Roserade being just an example. Her Garchomp would show you a fireworks show when night arrived, along with the help of Togekiss.

She won’t spoil you with gifts. Instead she will have one thing she made for you herself. It won’t be very big, but it will show you the love she has for you. Whatever she made you, expect it to be incredibly meaningful.

💛✨Volo✨💛

Cynthia had to get her skills somewhere and this is where. Volo does everything Cynthia does but somehow even more extra. 

If Cynthia gives you the royal treatment, he is giving you the Deity treatment. Man has Giratina at his call, he can literally give you anything! And he will use it to his advantage at every chance he gets. He will use his craftsman skills to make you a bracelet with all of the stones on as a mark of your journey together. If you want him to make another so you can match, oh look he already did! What are the chances?

This man will take you EVERYWHERE! Even places you have never been to before on the back of Giratina, he will show you the world most don’t get to see. The world he will build for you. But he won’t spoil that surprise.

He would definitely make you food, he travels a lot so cooking is a must know skill. So your birthday with him isn't a day, it's a whole week. And every time he makes you something it is completely different. Volo is taking zero shortcuts on this adventure. He may have a Deity on his team, his Deity is sat Infront of him admiring the stars.

Speaking of Stars. Stargazing is a must on every clear night you two get. He would lay his jacket down for you to lay on and look up at the sky together.

Volo would make sure to stop around different areas and tell you about the history there, watching your expression carefully to see the enthusiasm and curiosity on it which just makes him want to try harder to get that smile to stay there. 

He will also use his trade skills to get you something that caught your eye from wherever he took you. Volo may have money but he will use his skills where he can. Giratina isn’t the only benefit he has. Dude is a travelling merchant after all. He has more knowledge than everyone combined. Expect him to show you off however. He loves you more than anything, and wants the world to know that.

[cambion-companion]

Here’s ya girl who has gone completely feral over astarion. He’s the babiest baby. Okay, here’s the prompt. My characterisation could be a bit (or a lot lol) off bc I haven’t played the game Y E T so feel free to change the things that seem OOC.

Established relationship, but the beginnings of it, on a mission to find a way for astarion to be in the sun again. Reader has given astarion time to work on his sexual trauma so they haven’t been having sex for some time. Reader is 100% ok w that. But they have a big argument over something (not related to sex) and astarion doesn’t know how to resolve the situation other than reverting back to his seductive artifice and using sex as a way to ensure his safety (in this case, emotional safety). Reader figures it out because they (or she) are not dumb. They reassure astarion and he lets himself be vulnerable but also, it turns out that astarion wants that sexual intimacy. But reader decides this will be all about astarion and making him feel good and loved. Body worship, astarion’s praise kink, just everything focused on astarion’s pleasure in a way he has never experienced and that makes him completely unravel once he comes. Not a subby reader, tho. You know me, I don’t do subby.

If this is too long of a prompt, just the sexy part will be ok. Thank you so much, i have such astarion brainrot DDDD:

I Want to Live

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gn!reader x Astarion | Baldur's Gate 3 fanfic | 18+ only

"I don't think we should use the tadpoles for anything, Astarion." You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the sulky Elf in front of you.

This tense conversation between the two of you had gone on far longer than you'd have liked. Astarion seemed insistent on using whatever advantage the Illithids had unintentionally given your party. Despite not yet knowing the implications of doing so.

Astarion's silver hair glinted in the firelight that warmed your back, his eyes shone like droplets of blood. "You might as well leave me alone, spoilsport." He waved an imperious hand in your direction, sneering at you in the way he knew would hurt you most. "Since you insist on being boring and unimaginative."

You ground your teeth. "I'm trying to keep us safe."

"And a fine job you're doing, my sweet." His lilting voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you ask Arabella how her parents are doing?" He paused, then feigned surprise. "Oh wait..."

Your eyes widened as a jolt of genuine pain lanced through your heart at his callous words. Astarion was aiming to do damage and, like always, he knew how to push your buttons.

Magic sparked at the end of your fingertips as you fought to control your rage. It was the lack of verbal response that alerted Astarion to the fact he might have pushed a little too far with you. His face almost looked regretful for a moment, or perhaps it was a trick of the firelight casting shadows across his features. You didn't gain much insight because of the tears blurring your vision as you quickly turned away and strode as far away from the vampire spawn as you could.

Shadowheart, who always seemed to overhear everything, cast a worried glance your direction before leveling a glare on Astarion who still watched after you with a blank look.

You sat yourself upon your bedroll before the campfire and listened to Volo squeakily tune his lute. Wyll and Gale were over by their tents chatting and Lae'zel sat on a boulder by the river sharpening her sword.

You had thought Astarion would understand and perhaps even agree with you, and the rest of the camp for that matter, that the parasites should not be utilized to gain control of other beings. It was convenient and downright useful, yes...but not worth an unknown cost.

You had thought...since that night when the two of you had become intimate...that he'd maybe come to care for you. But that jab about Arabella's parents, who you'd failed to save, only confirmed that the vampire did not have your best interests at heart.

Sighing, you moved your bedroll away from its usual place beside Astarion's and arranged it next to where Karlach slept. You could feel multiple pairs of eyes watching you move about but you didn't much care at the moment.

Karlach gave you a curious and concerned look as she came over and got comfortable for the night. "Are you alright? I could hear you and Astarion going at it...and not in the fun way."

You grunted and moved your body to the side so you could scrape out a rock that had been digging into your back. "It's fine. He's just an ass." You said these words loud enough for him to hear.

Karlach shrugged and nodded as if this were common knowledge. She gave you a jolting pat on the back before getting comfortable in her own bedroll.

As the breathing patterns of your companions slowly deepened in slumber, you could not find any rest. You tossed and turned as best you could in such primitive sleeping arrangements. You missed your bed back in Baldur's Gate above the taproom of the Shadowcat Claw, the familiar bustle of voices and a mug of ale in your belly lulling you to sleep. Out in this wilderness, with the thought of your argument with Astarion tugging at your thoughts...you had to get up.

As quietly as you could, you slid out of your bedroll and got to your feet. A quick observation of your companions told you they were all in a deep sleep. All except Lae'zel who sat on the boulder still, keeping silent watch. She nodded at you curtly as you passed and didn't ask any questions, for which you were grateful.

You crept through the foliage down to the place in the forest by the river where you and Astarion had had your midnight tryst. You could still feel his moonlight hair running through your fingers, his fangs on your neck as you arched it just for him. The trust...you thought you had at least earned a little bit of his trust.

"I thought I'd find you here." His voice was velvet, it shivered straight through your defenses to your heart.

"I wanted to be alone, Astarion." You tried to keep your own voice cool and collected, but you ached to hold him in your arms again.

Astarion had followed you from the campsite into the woods. He'd been fully aware of your restlessness, of course he had. He entered your line of sight now, looking very much like a cat stalking its prey. His ruby eyes were dark and trained on your face. "Come now, you're far too obvious for all this bluster. Do you not want to feel me again?" He gave you a crooked smile, showing his teeth. "A second taste, perhaps?"

You felt the hollowness of his words and saw the carefully arranged expression he wore like a mask. Beneath the facade you could make out the telltale twitch of a facial muscle, the tenseness of his eyes, indicating anxiety.

You sighed. "I thought we were passed these games."

"Games?" Astarion's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "Games are all part of the fun, my dear. So good at getting the blood pumping."

You folded your arms. "I want an apology."

This tripped him up. For a moment the facade slipped, and he seemed genuinely taken aback. "Apologize?" Then he was back to his usual bluster. "Me? Apologize for what?"

"For having a go at me today. Bringing up Arabella's parents when you know how upset I am about it." Astarion made a noise as if to speak but you cut across him. "That was cruel, Astarion, and I deserve better from you."

"I didn't..." Astarion sighs heavily, his eyes glancing down to the ground then back at your face. "I apologize." The words seemed to pain him in some way. "I wanted to get a rise out of you, that's all. Now let's forget about that and have some fun."

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, saying nothing, simply watching his face lit in the silver moonlight. His unconvincing grin slowly slipped off his face, a troubled frown replacing it. The two of you looked at each other for a long moment. Finally, you spoke.

"You're testing how much I care for you, aren't you?" Your voice was soft, almost inaudible over the rippling stream.

Astarion seemed momentarily taken aback, he seemed to consider taking shelter once more behind his mask of pompous indifference. But then his shoulder's slumped slightly, the fists at his sides loosened. That was all the answer you needed.

You stepped forward and placed your hands around his, tugging him closer. He did not resist, his footfalls light as ever as he drew near. Close enough to feel his breath warm your lips.

"I care about you, Astarion." Your voice was still soft amidst the rustling leaves and sparkling water. "I discourage you from using the tadpole's powers because I couldn't bear to see your will overtaken by yet another monster."

Astarion was silent for a long time, his scarlet eyes turned silver as a moonbeam fell across his pallid face. When he spoke, his voice sounded strained. "What if it's too late for me? To be anything other than a monster? My only choice is which one." He laughs forcefully, bitterness twisting his mouth.

"I won't let that happen." You encircled him tenderly in a hug, pulling him to rest flush against your body. "We're in this...together."

"Together." The word was echoed back to you, his voice framing the syllables as if it were a foreign tongue.

You turned your face into him and kissed his neck softly, feeling his body tense in your arms and then slowly relax. You kept your lips against his skin, over where Cazador had sunk his fangs all those centuries ago.

Astarion's hands slowly slid up your hips to rest against your lower back as he held you close. Your lips caressed his neck, throat and trailed up to his jaw until you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you." You murmured.

You felt him tense again, not pushing you away, but his hands tightened on your back. "I..." Astarion hesitated. "I'm not quite ready to say those words back to you, my dear."

"I know." You felt no anger, no hurt. You accepted him however he wished to come to you, grateful for this rare moment of vulnerability beneath the stars.

You pushed him back gently until his back made contact with the base of a large sycamore tree. A huff of air left his lungs, quickly claimed by your mouth as you kissed him hungrily this time. Your hands made quick work of his clothing and Astarion became eager to help the process along.

"Vixen." He murmured and you laughed against his lips, your tongues teasing each other.

"You're beautiful, Astarion." You held his face in your hands and kissed his mouth lightly, not allowing him to turn away even as the compliment made his eyes search yours for hints of disingenuity. "I want nothing from you in return." You said firmly, reading his emotional turmoil through your shared Illithid connection. "This is just for you." You kissed his mouth, his cheek, his forehead. "To keep."

Astarion's head fell back to rest against the tree trunk as you continued lavishing affection upon him. He moaned your name softly to the night sky as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, the dirt and rocks digging unheeded against your knees. His fingers twisted in your hair and guided you to where he wanted you most.

"Good, my love." You praised him, your words causing his body to shake with increasing pleasure. "Show me."

The night was long and full of bliss. A genuine exchange of pleasure, without the previous facades and plays at affection. You felt the change as surely as he did, and when the others awoke in the morning it was to find your bedroll pulled back right next to where Astarion lay curled against you.

~

"You owe me five gold, Shadowheart." Gale mumbled.

[byte-your-tongue]

Various Pokemon Character x Overstimulated Reader

(Platonic, GN Reader)

AN: this is a repost from my old blog so yeah so if you've seen this before that's why. This was written with an autistic reader in mind because that's what i am but if you get overstimulated for any reason i hope this can still apply to you! Platonic intentions but could be read as romantic if you want.

Ingo + Emmet:

You know one of them would pick up on it instantly. They are always looking out for you when you go to work with them if this is a common problem. The station is busy and crowded and noisy and even they can get overstimulated by it on a bad day.

So the second one of them sees you show signs of being uncomfortable they signal to the other and the two of them drop everything to be by your side.

They would lead you to their office and check in with you on what you need. If you can verbalize what you need, they will provide it in a heartbeat.

Don't feel like talking or can't talk at the moment? Usually they will still be able to figure out what you need and provide it for you.

Ingo is careful to do his best to keep his usually booming voice down to a whisper if noise is bothering you, and the two try to stay relatively quiet and still as not to cause any more problems for you.

But if even that isn't quiet enough they keep noise cancelling headphones for you in an emergency bag in their office!

In that same bag they have other various things you may need while with them including any meds you need, painkillers, a couple fidget toys to keep you distracted, a stuffed animal, and anything else you would need. And the stash isn't just for you tbh. Sometimes they also need access to these things so they keep them on hand.

While they can't always leave work to stay with you at home, usually one of them can spare an hour or so to take you home and help set you up with anything you would need. And if it's a slow day either one or both of them will just straight up stay home with you for the rest of the day. Even if you feel better they will continue to attend to your every need for the rest of the day.

These two always try to be prepared for anything and are constantly on the lookout for ways to help you better, so if you just tell them what you need once you've calmed down they will be ready and prepared next time this happens.

Basically they understand and sympathize with your struggle and are always ready and willing to help you out!

Volo:

Volo is constantly paying attention to you when you two are together. You are the most interesting person he's ever met. And he's met a lot of people in his travels. So when you suddenly seem distressed he's quick to ask what's wrong.

The first time it happens you have to explain it to him and how to help. Which isn't always the easiest to do when you feel horrible. But he makes sure to follow your instructions clearly. He rushes you to the nearest quiet place he can find and places his hat on your head before saying "i'll be back." If you protest him leaving he looks you very deeply in the eyes and promises in the most genuine tone he can muster that he will be back.

He returns shortly after with a cup of tea. He explains it helps with relaxation and asks if there is anything else he can do for you.

He really would do anything for you. Just say the word. You've got him wrapped around your finger. Want his jacket to wear? It's yours. Want some of his wears to snack on? Say no more. Want him to snuggle you? He'll hold you gently like you are the most precious treasure in the world. And if you want to just be left alone? He's far enough away not to bother you but still in earshot if you need anything else.

Over time he gets better and better with dealing with it. He's so observant he can sometimes even tell when you are starting to get overstimulated before you do.

His Togekiss is also always willing to help out if you want contact but don't want to be around a person.

Over all Volo is pretty helpful. While he won't always know what to do without you telling him, once he knows what you need he would go from one end of the earth to the other to get it for you.

Cogita:

Her house is so isolated. There are no people around for miles. So if you ever want to just hide away somewhere for a day she is always happy to have you over as a guest. You can always stay as long as you want. You could stay with her and hide away from the world for months and she would be happy to have you there.

So when you come stumbling to her front door, tears beading in your eyes, she is already starting to boil water for tea. You tell her you've just been so stressed recently and ask if you could stay with her for a couple days.

She accepts happily and leads you to lay down on her bed. She blocks the light coming from the windows and suddenly you feel slightly better. The dark space and quiet sounds of nature around you are already starting to help you relax. And you are always surprised by how heavenly soft her bed is.

She hands you a cup of tea and the soothing warmth of the cup helps lull you farther into a sense of security. If you are okay with physical touch she is running her hand up and down your back in soothing motions and murmuring soft praises to you. If not she is content to just sit nearby or even outside if you need her to for a bit. She lets you know that you aren't any worse of a person, that you don't have any less worth just because you get overstimulated easily. She assures you that you are a perfect specimen of a person and that she cherishes every bit of time you spend with her. And she tells you that you can stay with her as long as you need until you are ready to go back to society.

Over all Cogita is a very wonderful person to be with when you feel stressed or overstimulated. She has a calming aura and is very pleasant to be around. She has experience dealing with people like this in the past and she always seems to know just what to say to comfort you in the moment.

Piers:

Piers can be kind of clueless sometimes when it comes to you being overstimulated. It doesn't come from a place of uncaring, he just doesn't always notice. He tends to unintentionally tune out a lot of things in his constantly underslept state of existence.

But for whatever reason, his pokemon always notice. And they are quick to alert Piers of your predicament. He is then always by your side.

He can be a little bit prone to panicking over you if you look especially bad, but is quick to try and hide it as he doesn't want to make you feel any worse.

He can't always leave where he is if he's in between battles or he's out in public for some other important event, but he will let you know that you can leave if you want. He won't be upset. And if you want to stay with him he will do whatever he can to help you out.

One of his most common solutions is to let you borrow his earbuds and phone to watch something or listen to music and distract yourself. He will also keep a hand on you at all times if you don't mind the contact just so he can remind you he's right there and to try and help ground you.

He's also one to talk to you and keep you focused on him and not anything else around you. He will just say anything to keep you listening to him.

Even if he can't always leave and go home with you he will sometimes seek out an area that isn't as highly populated. whether that be a bathroom or anything else he will get you there so it isn't as loud and overstimulating.

His pokemon will nuzzle up to you and try to distract you. The dark types may look intimidating, but for you they are absolute softies.

And if you two are just out and about and not for something Piers has to be apart of, then he is getting you home as quick as possible the second you don't feel ok. He's calling a flying taxi and you two are out of there!

Up in the air in the taxi it's a lot quieter and you start to feel somewhat better.

When you two get home Piers spends the rest of the day doing whatever you want. And for once there are no joking complaints coming out of his mouth when you suggest something that he doesn't usually care about. He is alert and attentive as he tries his best to take care of you.

Over all Piers is very useful. He can't always completely remove you from the situation but he will work to distract you and keep you grounded so you don't work yourself up into an even worse state.

[meanbossart]

Ask compilation: DU drow, Orin, Astarion, lore things and little fun facts.

Trying to make a dent in this dang inbox. As always, thank you so much everyone for your patience and curiosity! Sorry that it is straight up no longer possible for me to reply to everyone, but I will keep doing my best within reason. Enjoy!

Absolutely! I had a lot of requests for bottom Astarion on my patreon which is why I was kind of on a roll there for a minute.

Though, for the record - I am really not very invested in strict bedroom roles at all. Or clear and distinct dominant/submissive dynamics. So please don't overthink it whenever there's a switch, no pun intended.

You wanna know how often they smash? Man, I don't know, I guess fairly often considering their lifestyle post-game (very active, often on the road).

Assuming that everyone agrees that sex doesn't have to involve penetration, I'd say once every other day or less, really depends on the circumstances though. DU drow's libido is much higher than Astarion's, but he's not an animal and can hold off fine. Astarion is likely to be pickier in regards to location and how-recently-have-we-bathed status as well.

I keep meaning to draw him, but I have like... A million things I want to do 😂 so its rough!

BUT you will at least continue to see him in ANE! And I'm sure i'm bound to draw him again in the future.

[MORE UNDER THE CUT]

If you mean in his bhaalist "AU", where he has the red robe and the extra scars, I imagine he would have gotten it through killing Isobel.

I think as a changeling she probably has the ability to just... Transform her hair however she likes at will, right? And based on her attitude plus some lines we get from Sceleritas about her own former-butler, it sounds like she would be really opposed to being serviced in that way, to me at least.

I see her as pretty aggressively independent with the way she operates, which is another factor that sets her apart from DU drow, who really enjoyed lording over the other Bhaalists and making an errand boy out of Sceleritas, to the point where he practically depended on their help to function.

Neither! I wasn't willing to let anyone take either of my eyes in my first playthrough, LOL.

I have since always given the Volo eye to SOMEONE, usually Gale, but I don't consider that canonical. I don't think anyone was desperate enough to let mister frumpy-hat over there ice-pick their eyes out.

He did do them himself. It was a profoundly stupid display he got caught up in because of Gortash. Also, de-handment is kind of a theme in his life, at least inside his head.

I have a comic about it planned for the future ;)

What do you mean, that's canonical to the game and everything! He loves the cuck chair!

He is an angsty 29-year old in denial. Your interpretation is still perfectly accurate.

Hates the guy. Hates when Shadowheart Astarion people joke about him being the Drizzt of his generation. Hates the guy like literally any countercultural weirdo hates Taylor Swift or the Weeknd. If he saw him at the line in the grocery store DU drow would find a way to roll his eyes loudly just so he could notice being an asshole.

Stay tuned, I'm cooking 🧑‍🍳

If you're asking about game strats, badly, LOL. Pretty sure I died twice to her in my first run and it was a rough way of being thrown into "serious" DnD combat.

With the exception of a couple of encounters that just so happened to turn out SURPRISINGLY cinematic, I'm just realizing that I actually don't think too often about how most of the fights went in real-time! I imagine Autie Ethel's in particular wasn't one that DU drow went into of his own accord, probably rather at a companion's insistence. That's as deep as I've thought about that personally.

Now... Back to game strats. I personally try to get a surprise round on her however I can by sneaking and shooting an arrow or AOE in her general location, since she always stands on roughly the same spot while invisible. I have my companions spread about the arena so we can take her clones down as fast as possible, and as soon as I identify who the real Ethel is I just have the strongest martial characters wail on her until she begs to be let go. Hers is one of the few fights that is actually pretty dang easy at this point for me - and I SUCK at this game.

That would certainly take a while! But, Bhaalist DU drow does kind of have an end goal, actually.

That might also turn into a comic eventually, but it would a rough one.

He pretty swiftly disposed of her, DU drow doesn't like being talked down to, which Minthara very promptly does. Him (and I, by extension) had very limited exposure to her and she was just kind of a speck of dust in his story in particular. Though I have since grown to adore her character in my proceeding runs where I do recruit her!

I guess if he got an invitation and it wasn't particularly painful to arrive at the venue, sure! He would specially love to take Astarion to Gale's wedding ceremony and purposely upstage him at every at every opportunity, LOL.

Yes. He got pretty freaky with the pain-priest. This is gonna sound like a lie but I made him get naked for it without even knowing there was a buff to be gained (I didn't get it, unfortunately, I don't remember whether I failed a check or if I had camp clothes toggled on, so it didn't count as being truly nude). I wasn't taking the game very seriously and just doing dumb roleplay things to see what would happen, LOL.

And I consider that canonical. I think DU drow saw the opportunity to show off his physique And had a strange inkling that this was a practice he was... Somehow familiar with.

Imagine my joy when Astarion and Shadowheart start having a back-and-forth about my absurd display. That's when i knew those were my people, to be honest.

[omletteflipper]

Why?: Volo x Reader

After everything you've been through, you can't help but be kind to him. But why?

Spoilers for post-post-game.

You were hardly aware of the tall grass crunching under your feet as you hiked along the cliffside. You had searched every nook and cranny for the slightest hint of the man who betrayed you. Why were you looking for him? Why did you care? After hours of trekking and months of searching, you didn't have enough energy to ponder them.

You turned a jagged corner and ducked under an overhang when suddenly you saw it: a hole in the rock face that was just big enough for a large person to squeeze through. You impulsively stuck your head in the gap and let out a gasp.

The cave was decorated with various artifacts that you had never seen before. If that wasn't obvious enough, a yellow and white bedroll was spread across the floor. This had to be it.

"Hello."

You turned around and instinctively threw your arms over your face, cowering from a blow that didn't come. You slowly lowered your arms to see a frustratingly beautiful man staring down at you.

Time had not been kind to Volo. His hair was unkept and knotted, and his once-white tunic was streaked with dirt and grime. It was almost... pitiful.

As if reading your thoughts, he looked down and cringed at his own appearance. "The wilderness was- easier to traverse in my Ginko Guild uniform."

You were shocked by his lack of aggression, but more than that you were shocked by your own. It was by pure instinct that you sought out this man, this man who had tried everything to strike you down. Did time alone in the wilderness make you placid? Did it make him placid?

You searched your pockets and pulled out a haircomb made of finely carved Magikarp bone.

Volo's expression shifted as you offered it to him. He was always hard to read, but now that you know what he's capable of, his true emotions were even more unknown. "Why." he finally said.

You looked down at your feet, not knowing the answer to his question. To his thousand unspoken questions. Because you were my friend? Because I learned a lot from you?Because even though you tried to strike me down I somehow kind of respect you?

"Because your hair is messy."

Volo snatched the comb from your hand and gingerly attempted to run it through his once-beautiful hair, but the teeth quickly got stuck in a matted section.

"Let me help," you offered.

He tried in vain to break up the tangled blond mass before finally tossing the comb at you and sitting down on a rock with a huff.

You gently took his hair between your fingers, assessing the damage. It was clear that he had at least bathed during his exile, but river water could only do so much. It would take hours to detangle it all.

Volo fidgeted under the heat of your gaze and the touch of your hands. He looked like he wanted to speak, but the two of you were locked in an inescapable silence as you began slowly fixing his hair. He knew you wouldn't fall for his usual charms. You knew he wouldn't respond well to talk of redemption. You worked in silence until you gently draped a freshly detangled lock over Volo's shoulder.

"Thank you."

You both spoke the words at the exact same time. Volo turned to see you stifling a laugh with one hand loosely placed over your smile.

"You're welcome." You both quipped simultaneously.

Now Volo was laughing. Oh Almighty Sinnoh how you missed that laugh. It reminded you of your adventures together seeking out legendary pokemon. Before Spear Pillar. You sighed and looked at him wistfully. His round face and sharp chin, his half-lidded grey eyes that squinted a little when he smiled, his strong arms that you could finally appreciate through his threadbare tunic. In that moment you realized you were finally seeing the real Volo.

"Why?" Volo asked again, as soft as a song.

As you searched for the right words you suddenly felt the weight of your pack dig into your shoulders. You dropped it in front of you and held out the comb again.

"Because your hair could have been messy."

You reached into your pack and pulled out a set of fine clothes woven with threads of gold.

"Because your clothes could have been dirty."

You reached in again and pulled out a set of tinctures and bandages.

"Because you could have been hurt."

Again and again you pulled countless gifts from your pack. Sweet-smelling soaps, a collection of leather-bound novels, a set of hand-drawn illustrations of each of his Pokemon, warm woolen socks. Each gift with a sentiment. A worry. A prayer.

Volo gazed at you as you spilled your heart onto the rocks by his feet. The chosen vessel of his silent god was here, worrying for him. Seeking him out. Spending months of time and wages just to ensure his well-being. A few months ago he would have called you foolish. Before that, he would have shoved down his emotions and thought of you as a useful tool. But now? All of the feelings he desperately tried to ignore since the day you met came flooding back.

In an instant you were in his arms. You hadn't even registered that he stood up, yet here you were swallowed up by his mass. Your head pressed against his chest as he cradled your body with ease. You melted into each other's touch, breathing in the mountain air.

You gazed up at him, noticing the soft intensity in his eyes as he stared back. His arms shifted slightly, tightening his grip around you. Unkempt as he was, Volo was still beautiful.

"Why?" You asked.

You could feel Volo's chuckle vibrate through his body before trailing off into little hums. He removed one hand from your embrace and ran his fingers along the combed section of his golden hair. It was his turn to lay his heart bare to you.

With every chance encounter, Volo had grown to admire your love for Pokemon. With every legendary pokemon and plate you tracked down together he began to grow fond of your presence. The world was so unfair, and yet over the past months Volo found himself yearning for the company of its protector.

"Because... I love you."

Volo said it with certainty. No smirk on his face or humor in his expression. A few months ago he considered you proof that life was nothing but unfair to him. Now, you were proof that the world was kind.

You squeezed him even tighter and buried your face in his chest. It was only after catching the sound of Volo's racing heartbeat that you realized you never gave him an answer.

"I love you too."

Volo smiled his signature toothy grin and suddenly your feet were off the ground. The both of you laughed as he spun you around with adrenaline-filled joy.

The two of you collapsed onto the rock with you in his lap, enjoying each other's warmth. You reached to run your fingers through his hair when you remembered. You pulled the comb from your pocket and began untangling a second lock of hair. You could stare directly at his face now. You liked this smile much better than the smirk he used to wear. This one crinkled his eyes into a warm expression and rounded his cheeks. The more you stared, the more you noticed a pink blush creep across his face.

"May I kiss you?" You found yourself asking.

"Are you sure?" Volo's smile faltered. Another set of unspoken questions. Are you sure you want to trust me again? Are you sure I'm worthy? Are you sure you want to love me?

"Yes." You breathed.

Volo's lips crashed into yours with surprising intensity. His grip on your body tightened as he poured every ounce of passion he had ever had right into your lips. You let out a squeak of surprise as he leaned you further down until your head was parallel to the ground. His hand cushioned your head against the rock as you felt his whole torso pressing on your body.

Every moment you thought he'd break away he didn't. You were locked in your embrace as the sun began to set and the heavens began to unfurl. Finally, when you thought you'd fall asleep with your lips against his, Volo slowly pulled back and searched your expression. Was that too much?

"I- wasn't expecting that."

"I've waited a long time." Volo said simply.

You suddenly became aware that the gifts you bought were still scattered at your feet. "It's getting dark. May I stay the night and care for you?"

"It would be an honor."

[leggerefiore]

Archer, Volo, and Grimsley reacting to the reader having a crush but not knowing it’s on them? In the mood for some silly miscommunication rn and I’d love to see them all be like “idc who you like haha” (actually cares very much)

I saw ur other ask so I got you lol

cw: confessions, jealousy, misunderstandings

characters: Avery, Archer, Volo, Grimsley

🎩Avery🥄

🔮 When you began seeming more out of it during your times out together, Avery first worried that you were no longer interested in being friends with him. He was fully aware of, while trying to ignore, the way he felt about you. But, it was soon obvious by the way your eyes lingered on your phone that it might be something else. He was quite a bit oblivious, in truth. The idea of you having a romantic interest in anyone did not cross his mind until you plainly said that you did to apologise for your absent nature while being together. For a moment, the psychic screamed in his mind for the abilities that the rest of his family had. Who? Who could you have interest in? He desperately needed to know – his heart raced in response to this, and his laser focus on telekinesis slipped.

🔮 “Well, there is someone I like… They've been on my mind a lot lately,” you told him simply while having tea with him. Avery's glasses could have fogged up from the temperature shift of his, quickly his face warmed. He nodded for a moment, taking in your words. Silently, he pleaded for you to continue on and tell him. For once in his life, he bit his tongue. Part of him desperately wanted to know, while the other half screamed for ignorance. You were too flustered, it seemed. He felt himself slipping. His feelings for you… Were they not obvious? His focus was almost entirely on you – despite his ego, he let you remain at his side so openly (granted, you did often feed said ego with compliments). He tried to think of anyone you could have mentioned that you would have feelings for. He even tried to turn back to telepathy, but he was still quite unable to read minds despite his desperation in that moment.

🔮 Eventually, you spoke again, seeing his intense reaction. His face shifted into an almost pitiful expression. Smiling at him, you shook your head. “I like you, Avery,” sublity was not an art best used on the blond. His slight inferiority complex did not allow for himself to put himself as your first option, despite wanting that most of all. His face became even more mortified for a moment… Pupils shrinking from the shock. Then, he felt his smug expression return. He blinked. Of course, it was him. Who else would it be? All his previous worries flew out the window in the face of this. Instead, he accepted your confession with ease. It was like he was never panicked in the first place. Avery knew everything would end up like this… A Future Sight told him, of course… He will never admit to his immense worry that you had feelings for someone else.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant is observant of everything. His eyes took note of every little thing – It was part of what made him good at being a salesman and his hobby of history. That eye for detail let him catch on quite quickly to who was a threat to his plans or who was not. You ended up being on the threat side – naturally, since you fell from the sky and seem to just have everything fall into place for you to dismantle everything he worked so hard to create. But, whatever bitter feelings were held mixed horribly with this strange affection in his chest. You were an outsider – like him. You both shared such horrible experiences of being othered. He felt this sick attachment grow deeper and deeper as he spent more time at your side. Your trust… He adored it more than anything. How you looked to him for aid… Which is why he felt himself pause when you suddenly exclaimed that you had feelings for someone.

⭐️ “I… I have this person I love so dearly,” you had told him, while staring into his eyes, “I don't think I can tell them. I doubt they return my feelings…” The first thought in Volo's mind is he certainly hoped they did not return anything you felt. Cruelty meant nothing to him – He did not want anyone else to be with you aside from himself. His new world… His initial intentions to remove you entirely had shifted into keeping you at his side. That was your place. It was with his usual amicable facade that he smiled at you and inquired simply into who that might be. He could give you advice, he claimed. He was familiar with a lot of different people, after all. You refused, saying it was too embarrassing. Volo sighed. Forcing you to admit it might ruin the precious trust he worked so hard to build with you.

⭐️ He then found himself stewing on it for days. Who? Who could it be? The Diamond Clan leader? He always seemed popular. That professor? It was unlikely, but he supposed not impossible. He found himself following you more often, trying to figure it out. Nothing came to him. Who could it be? It was rare that something was so well hidden from him. How could your supposed romantic interest be more elusive than Arceus itself? It was maddening. That was, until you caught yourself alone with him again. You shifted uncomfortably before declaring your feelings… for him. “I… I like you, Volo!” Those words… He felt taken aback for a moment before he could not help but chuckle. Of course… Right… He happily reciprocated your feelings. This was how it should be, after all.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler would consider himself a master of reading people. You, in particular, were an easy read for him due to your closeness. He understood you well. Which is why he noticed quite quickly when your behaviour shifted. It was not like he was intentionally paying too close attention, but whenever he invited you out, he quickly spotted how distant you seemed to be. The first few times, he shrugged it off as off-days, yet it was unchanging. He felt himself growing concerned before it hit him. Teasing you, he asked first, naturally. Though some part of it was definitely sick curiosity. He was well aware that he was straightforward in his attraction to you, but there was an obvious rejection of his advances on your behalf. He wondered who had caught your attention.

♡ “Who's on your mind, hm?” the gambler asked with a teasing lilt while he leaned against the table across from you. Your reaction was to shoot him a glare and refuse to answer. The subtle shift of embarrassment in your expression was noted by him. He wanted to chuckle. Really, who? He wanted to know. It would be a gambler to prove himself a better option, especially with his reputation and vices, but he would try. Giving you up would be a mistake that he would never forgive himself for making. His eyes narrowed as you simply denied that anyone was on your mind, despite it being obvious to him. He gave a smirk in reply.

◇ It did weigh on him despite everything. Really… He was trying far harder than he did for anyone else to charm you. He did not understand what would appeal to you. Truthfully, he was at a loss. Part of him needed to meet whoever interested you so he could grasp what they had that he lacked. (Integrity, he assumed.) But, it barely had time to fester before you caught him off guard for the first time in your time together. “It's you, Grimsley,” you said simply after he pushed you to tell him again. He stood stunned for a moment, mouth falling open and brows going up. Him? Really? Why had you…? He barely had time to consider it too much before chuckling. Well, whatever. He would figure out that later. It seemed that you were not immune to his charms, at least.

🐕Archer🚀

♦️ It was rare that he felt any kind of attachment towards anything unrelated to Rocket or Giovanni. But, you certainly had managed to keep his attention. An annoying rival – a nuisance to everything he worked so hard for. He only agreed to be around you to keep an eye on you. It was obnoxious, observing what you did and listening to what you said. He despised the idea of you pulling a fast one on you. Despite this, the Rocket Executive supposed it was not the worst experience. There were definitely worse tasks to be assigned, he knew. He knew you somehow had come to view him as a friend – how, he did not know. And, well, unfortunately for him, his own feelings began to make him react strangely to you.

♦️ “There's this person I'm interested in,” you told him during one of your various outings that you bad invited him to join you on. Those simple words had unleashed a strange sense of madness in his mind. Interested in? Who? Part of figured it would be good to use against you if you kept being a nuisance for Rocket, but the other half genuinely seethed at the thought of you liking someone. Why? Were they as good a trainer as you? He only wanted someone worthy to be with you. … And he only found one person worthy. Though, he dared not admit that to himself. He bit his lip and kept his cool facade to ask who it was. He simply needed to know.

♦️Your gaze shifted onto him as you smiled far too sweetly. It was not something that he often saw in his line of you. “… Well, it's you, Archer,” you admitted. He blinked. For a moment, he has heard your words but failed to process them. Yes… Him, right. That makes sense. Then it hit him. He blinked. Him? You were interested in him? It was like… a golden opportunity. He could hardly believe it, but he supposed you found him to be a friend despite everything, getting a crush was not so far off. He swallowed. The idea of being with you did not bother him as much as he expected, either. It was with a trained ease that he accepted your confession. This might prove fruitful in actually stopping you… And he supposed he was allowed to indulge himself now and again.

[grismavessel]

Inktober: Week 5

Happy Halloween!

"Agree to disagree, we both know who's right"

I thought about what other wacky stuff I could do with the vessel au.

What if Volo became a vessel for Giratina? What if he made himself a vessel on purpose and stole Giratina's power?

Originally the two were cooperating with one another but once Arceus tried to fix everything via a vessel/proxy, Giratina suedo abandoned Volo's plan a little (still mulling over the plot in my head) and left Volo without answers or assistance.

He would feel absolutely cheated. The most damning thing to refute all of his ideals and thoughts that the world was unfair and unjust.

He was abandon by Arceus and the one it outcast from the realms.

He is not the grand hero everyone loves.

He's had no just reason for all the wrong that has happened in his life.

He'd be furious. Insulted. He probably is plotting revenge of both god and vessel.

So if a pokemon won't listen, there are other ways to capture it. The red chain can steal back Giratina and bind it to him, making himself a vessel for a god instead of Gris.

But it doesn't work very well. Giratina's too big, too much for a mortal to house it without consequences. While Gris held off and fought off the possession, Volo foolishly takes on more than he could carry.

He's too blinded by rage, by the need to have victory over Arceus that he doesn't care if it's splitting him apart, or that he'll forever bind Giratina to his body due to the red chain's hold.

If Volo steals Giratina, he would become an imperfect vessel, a violitle bomb ready to lose his mind and tear the world apart.

(also I wanna add design notes so the tendrils are meant to be like tainted angel wings and I took artistic liberty to make the red chain more ribbony to add to the evil devilish flow going on.)

[leadfort]

Fuck it. Bre'uhn/Brian Masterpost. Because he is my primary player character in a text basted D&D Westmarch I'm part of, and I can't believe i havent talked about him yet cause he's the one I actually PLAY the most. Currently lvl 6 psi warrior, started at level 2. Basically. His whole deal is based on the thought that he needs to kill an illithid in order to be welcomed in with his kin in Tu'narath.

Also I wanted to make a very gith looking gith lol and he has since become a lil more unique in his design, but the biggest inspiration initially was the 5:e Volo's guide to monsters image of a githyanki as well as wanting the funny lil 1:e hair style Overview: Bre’uhn is a githyanki who is haunted by extraordinarily bad luck. He wants nothing but complete his rite of passage into the Astral Plane by killing an illithid and bringing its head to his queen. Life seems to have different plans for him as something always seems to go wrong. The ship that would take him sunk. His party left without him. Adventurers has already killed the illithids he went out to get. The hunting party was stopped by an out of season blizzard. Even casually it seems like bad luck is always right around the corner. He's become extremely superstitious and afraid of things that could cause even worse luck. He adorns himself in lucky trinkets in hope that they will counteract his ‘curse’. Now he’s in his 30s, and he is growing more impatient. If he doesn’t get that illithid head soon, he’s going to die from old age.

Personality: Everything you’d expect from a githyanki. He’s impatient, stubborn, proud and blunt. Values efficiency and shows of force. He does have quite a bit of humor, though it borders on being ridicule and mockery. Wants to be logical, but acts based on emotion. Where he differs is his extremely crippling social and performance anxieties. He hates that he has these though unfortunately, him trying to force himself through them causes more flare ups.

He's also extremely expressive and everyone can read him like an open book. He.. also hates this aspect about himself but at this point he can't be arsed to stop it.

Backstory: Grew up in a creche in the Spine of the World that is pretty far up in a mountainous and a harsh cold region. It’s rather close to a small town next to Mirabar. His upbringing was pretty much standard for a githyanki, and he reflects his culture in his temperament a whole lot. While the creche and the town didn’t love each other, they weren’t outright hostile to one another, and it was not super uncommon for githyanki to sometimes show themselves in the town.

Once Bre’uhn was in his early 20s he tried to join several hunting parties in order to find and kill his first illithid to be "properly" allowed into the Astral Plane. However, something always came up or went wrong for himself specifically. He’d always had a bit of bad luck in his shadow, but this is when it really started to mess with him. In his mid 20s he started to believe that Tymora herself scorned him. He didn’t know why, but started to learn more about the istiks pantheon and religions in order to get in her good graces. He even tattooed her symbol into his ribs, a four leaf clover. Just two months after he got the tattoo, he got into a barfight. In typical githyanki fashion it soon escalated to a knife fight and he stabbed one of the other patrons. The four leaf clover was slashed in the process and Bre’uhn soon found himself in prison.

“Luckily” enough, the man he stabbed did not die, which simply meant that Bre’uhn was not sent to be executed. In hindsight, Bre’uhn maybe would have preferred this… As he then spent six years in prison. Six whole years where he was not able to search or find any illithids. His prison mates also didn’t know how to pronounce his name, thus gave him the nickname “Brian”. As an extra kicker, once he got out of prison the creche where he grew up had completely relocated. None of the townspeople knew where they all had gone (and it's not like the githyanki would've told em), but it seemed they had all just packed up and left three years ago.

Still, he’s determined to find an illithid and that takes precedence over searching for his own kin. A few years into his search, he stumbled across a fortune teller. They told him that his chance to ‘prove himself’ will come when he least expects it. Bre’uhn, fully believing the fortune teller, took this to mean that if he is actively searching for illithids, he will not find them. If he expects them, he will ‘jinx’ it, and thus they will not show themselves.

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The game then picks up where he is ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN there is a mind flayer colony deeply imbedded in an abandoned mine outside Mirabar. He has rigged this whole cave with explosives, but as he sets up the few last barrels of smokepowder, he slips on the powder as a bright portal to Waterdeep suddenly sucks him up. ... and spits him out, crashing in the middle of the Waterdeep Market. He is quickly punched to the ground as he tries to attack people in his confusion and told about the strange rifts and portals that are opening around Faerun. And now, he is here, still on his quest to bring a single 1 (one) head to Vlaakith. Sure, there's literally a permanent opening to the Astral Sea above him all the time (thanks rifts...) But going there without his tribute is IMPROPER.

Trivia:

Oral fixation - Likes to chew on blades of grass or picks. Nibbles on his lip ring.

Very expressive face, which he doesn't like but he cant help himself.

Obsessively collects luck trinkets because you never know.

As a githyanki, he's not against murder and violence. But he started to curb his behaviour since he is afraid of going to prison again.

Since he's convinced his bad luck is the cause of a god, he is well versed in gods and religious practices. Moreso in that he's ready to fight them at this point.

Midlife crisis. Extremely afraid of growing old and he dyed a patch of his hair because he found white strands.

He got the tattooes in prison, which represents his wish to be amongst the clouds on the back of a red dragon.

Other Thoughts: Bre'uhn is aware that his 6 years spent in prison with humans, dwarves and a half-orc for company has changed the way he acts and talks quite a lot. This is cause for his anxieties since he is worried that even if he were to complete his rite of passage, the other githyanki would find him too different to let him back in. This results in him avoiding other gith at all costs because he doesn't want it confirmed... which tenfolds his anxieties when he's forced to talk to one. (And he is no stranger to panic attacks).

He scoffs in the face of zombies, owlbears, hags and black dragons and has not a single drop of fear for them. But seeing another gith from 30 feet away has his bones crumble.

Thank you for readin!

[diamondpastry]

I love love love how Ingo is doing here. He’s a wreck. He’s trying so hard to be “normal” by Emmet’s standards but it’s too much. It’s all so much. Now that he’s in the future, I imagine his PTSD (there’s no WAY he doesn’t have any from how Hisui was) kicks in. He has debilitating nightmares and flashbacks, now that he’s in a safe place he might get “worse” before he gets better. It shows the change between them even more. Ingo is traumatized. Completely. But so is Emmet by Ingo being absent for so long. Things aren’t how they used to be. His brother is hurt and he’s not telling Emmet WHY. Emmet is throwing himself in with Volo because it’s easier than dealing with his issues. And Volo is estatic that even though he has Ingo back, Emmet still is with him. He’s still able to get the plates/be manipulated/have a relationship. (I don’t actually know the timeline here, or how they got Ingo back, or what Volo’s actual goal is) I imagine for Ingo and Emmet, their bedrock, their foundation and strength as twins would have been communication. With that just… gone, they’re fighting. And Emmet is struggling seeing as Ingo won’t talk to him about what happened. But Ingo might not even understand what’s wrong. He KNOWS Hisui was “bad” but never understood why. It was his new normal. Now in the present, he’s safe, no Pokémon are around the corner ready to maul him for food or territorial purposes, he has a strong team at all times, and he has support, something I don’t think he would have had living alone even with his noble in the highlands. And then Emmet has been irreversibly changed by grief. He probably doesn’t even know, living with how Ingo used to be and having to deal with how Ingo is now. And it’s frustrating, extremely so, because they aren’t communicating. Emmet would be internally freaking out, I’m sure, if Ingo had a nightmare and started screaming or something. Of course he’d comfort Ingo, but his brother might not actually be present enough to understand that he wouldn’t be hurt. I imagine he’d flinch, and cry, maybe even BEG not to be hurt.

Erm. This went longer than expected. My apologies. You have infected me with the ideasTM

ITS SO REAL ITS SO REAL ITS SO REAL PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE GETTING MRSSAGES LIKE THESE but i should apologize for taking too long to respond i wanted to properly ponder about this because its so so verrry interesting and fun for me

ingo definitely feels immense guilt for leaving emmet ... even if it wasnt his fault, he can see how much his absence has affected his brother

so as much as possible, he tries to brace through his discomforts and traumas; actively hurting himself as long as it brings a smile to emmets face

but it doesnt 💔 emmet could clearly see that ingo is troubled but hes struggling to pinpoint why ... for emmet, he thinks simply returning back to 'how it was' would fix everything; so he keeps offering to go out and let loose and watch a movie (because thats how they used to relax after a tiring day) when the only thing ingo truly needs is some space for himself ... i feel like thats important after his time in the pearl clan

years of being seperated has left them out of sync and thats so difficult for emmet to accept

especially when he tried so so hard to keep himself the same way just for ingo (in my latest comic with volo and emmet camping; he couldnt bare the idea of changing so much that ingo couldnt recognize him)

but yes, communication is the key and unfortunately it took some yelling for them to actually acknowledge the problem ... theyll be okay in the long run im sure 💙 the road to healing simply

as for emmets relationship with volo, i cant say much yet because id be spoiling something

but yes, i will confirm the plates dont matter anymore once ingo gets back; emmet doesnt really have a reason to keep that situationship going on with volo anymore but somethings stopping him ... i cant say much for volos reason either ... (that is also spoilers)

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More asks under cut! Yippee!

@scarftale-bryan Trip for trio right? If so, I'm working on a comic for that ;0 But to help answer, I've head cannoned Elesa to originally be from Sinnoh. She and the twins didn't have the greatest first meeting, but, well, you see how they turn out later in the future so all that starts subpar ends pretty well. @bat-in-disguise NICE NAME. VERY WOOBAT THEMED. Second of all AYYYY this is where I resurrect the shambling corpse of this fandom. Please. I desperately want to have more on the train men. @mynamesaplant AH,,, YOU READ MY ONE SHOT,,, Okay look. Look. I love drawing comics as much as the next person. But if there's an interest towards fanfiction maybe I'll write a bit more... HMMM. HMMMMMMMM. (But anyways THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS! They keep the hearth cozy.) @dracally3 Don't worry about the rambles! If you wander through my ask box, you'd see I ramble. A lot. That out the way-- I'm sorry to hear about the drama! Man. I got into submas towards the tail end, which I'm a bit sad about (wish I got to interact with some of the bigger creators, but they moved on to other hyperfixations and I respect that). Drama's scary though, so maybe it's for the best I dodged the entire canonball. I'm glad my silly little characterizations of found family are healing! And I wish you the best too-- here's to happy futures ahead free of drama and full of shenanigans. @saffalilac AYYY Togekiss is so cool! I (heh) also only drew volo's togekiss once but the fact you're the second person to talk about how much you love them makes me chuckle. That in mind, here's a doodle.

@chime-of-bells Hello! I remember your ask about saying how much you liked togekiss in my style. Drew some togekisses and thought you'd like them too :) @impossiblynoisyrebel AYYYY I LOVE drawing the eel dog lamprey dragon thing. Just. A tube with teeth. And giant eyes. and lovely fins. And bioluminescence!! Who doesn't love that? @onimusha095 Look look your local floating nightlight has SOME manners. (But also, Ingo and Litwick do come to an agreement at somepoint on who the ghost type can actively chew on. Emmet's fine with it. Elesa, who has less experience with Litwick's everything, probably would not be less fine with it, and Ingo really doesn't want to loose a friend.)

@magicfeatherbean4 Hello I see you're back! (I'm fine with this. I like snail mail from folks hhehe.) That out the way-- oh yeah they're DEFINITELY getting into fisticuffs when the mood strikes. And uhh Emmet starting battles only for Ingo to finish them off? Mercilessly? Without pause? Yes. YES. I am EATING this headcannon rn. Shuffling this into the comic ideas as we speak.

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honestly fascinated by volo not recognizing scrangle as inhuman in the postgame stuff you offered earlier (which HAS been extremely helpful! i've been chewing on it in my brain) because to me volo's whole deal is so entrenched in his own humanity as compared to the world of dangerous creatures and equally dangerous deities he inhabits. like in pla itself and in much of his pokemas dialogue he emphasizes the frequency that someone with his profession and his background finds themselves in life-or-death situations, and for all he's willing to condemn the hisui he knows to unmaking he doesn't seem to view the suffering motivating him as exclusive (between "i imagine we all go through something like that" with his childhood issues and his expectation that the player has dreams of their own + acknowledgement that those dreams don't "leave room" for his own rather than being shocked or even accusatory that someone would be able or willing to stand against him) - like, in rebelling against the god he reveres even through his obsessive anger towards it ("what is it, then, that you find so lacking in me?!" furiously demanded from arceus after he's already professed his intentions towards it is probably my favorite line of his. fucking hits) he's already positioning himself as fundamantally below his opposition, but that's borne out even further by the hisui situation of humans struggling to compete in general. in a weird way him lumping in scrangle with the people he belongs to draws MORE parallels between the two than are even presently there by his own standards

OKAY HIHIHI SORRY I LEFT YOU HANGING A MILLION YEARS. I LOVED THIS I just had to go back and reexamine every decision I ever made about Volo in relation to Scrangle because YOU RAISE GREAT POINTS!

I admit that I think I got my character motivation timing mixed up when I wrote Volo saying "...Whether you are creative or delusional makes no difference to me, little girl." I don't think he'd have THAT much resentment toward Scrangle BEFORE they revealed that the Tyrant they want to destroy is Arceus.

HOWEVER, the other thing motivating that line from Volo was a potent mixture of disappointment and jealousy, which I think he'd already have plenty of by that point. Scrangle FELL FROM THE SKY in OBVIOUSLY ARCEUS-THEMED CLOTHING, and yet at every turn she shows TOTAL irreverence or even malice toward any suggestion of a higher power. Volo DOES have an odd sort-of humbleness about his place in the universe, despite his ambitions to ascend beyond that. So I imagined that someone like Scrangle acting like they're already above everything would really rub Volo the wrong way.

And then to see someone who acts and talks like Scrangle end up battered and bruised by the Frenzied Nobles just like any other human...what a letdown! None of Scrangle's victories against the Nobles were exactly clean-- well, her Pokemon could win cleanly once the Noble could be wrangled into an actual battle, but Scrangle always got pretty severely beat up in the process. Scrangle is good with Pokemon, but in every other respect they seems like theyre every bit the brash, clumsy, foolish child they appear to be, even moreso than the canon PLA protagonist. A Volo who was reckoning with a STRANGER appearing to have been chosen by Arceus from the beginning of the game (thanks to Scrangle's outfit) would I think be more susceptible to skepticism toward Scrangle, for the sake of his own ego as a "humble" pious scholar & Arceus devotee, who nonetheless thinks he can pull of rebuilding the entire world.

I really need to review Volo's interactions with the player thruout the middle of the story to get a finer tune on their whole thing, though. I have vague memories of thinking they'dve had some sour interactions at least one of the times Volo was investigating those runes...

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A Bloody Perspective

Paring: Evie (tav) x Gale

Word count: 4.1k

Summary: My retelling of Volo removing Tav's eye

Before notes: omg hi guyysss haven't posted writing on Tumblr In a minute, how y'all doin. No, but this is just a little drabble about Volo yanking my tavs eye out because tell me why you get your eye ball ripped out right in front of Gale's tent and he says NOTHING. So. I had to change that. Also if you like this and you want to ask abt them my ask box is OPEN!!!

Warnings: none, except a bit of colorful language about optical nerves. If you enjoy please like + reblog! Enjoy!

It was a quiet evening, a well deserved one at that. They had become small heros in their own right after clearing out a horde of goblins, no small feat, but a feat they did accomplish nonetheless. It was the day after, a party having come and gone, and now they were on the move once more. A victory against the goblin cell of absolutest’s was a pale victory in comparison to the road they had yet to travel. They still had parasites writhing and squirming in their skulls, feasting on their optical nerves, offering up psionic powers in exchange for freedom. 

It was that very subject that had Evie’s mind wandering. The paladin had offered to stay back in the camp as the party settled down for the evening, having made their way from The Grove and through the Risen Road with ease, save for small clusters of goblins that had decided to try and kill them on sight. Once they had found a good resting spot, everyone pitched tents. Then, the conversation of foraging and scouting the area had come up, and everyone wanted to go. It was only natural that the tiefling had offered to stay behind to oversee everything so everyone could do as they pleased with their evening. An act of kindness, once again from the woman that had the party, especially a certain wizard, smiling with thanks. 

It was quiet now, and her mind was wondering. She was perched up atop a stoney slab, her tail swaying back and forth in time with her heart. Her hand moved methodically, stitching a hole into one of her companions’ shirts, making sure to upkeep their clothes for them while they were away. It had been crazy few weeks. Going toe to toe with mindflayers, visiting the hells, being infected with parasites, meeting new friends, fighting alongside said friends. Her ginger brows knotted in concern as she sighed aloud, rubbing her thumb over the fabric thoughtfully. 

It was the fighting that made her nervous. Now Evie was usually such a steadfast woman, as warm as the sun, as sweet as a pastry. She had made fast friends with everyone, rather easy to get along with. When they needn't fight, she made sure they didn't, and when they had to, she was a fierce protector. A true paladin of Helm. Though as the woman sat there, in her thoughts, she couldn't help but feel a bit dejected. A whole month without ceremorphosis, a whole month of growing attached to these people, of fighting with these people and yet no closer to a cure… 

“I can't help but notice you look rather downtrodden my dear!” 

A theatrical voice stirred her from her thoughts, her tangerine fiendish eyes lifting. There stood Volo, a bard they had saved from the clutches of the Absolute. She huffed, sitting up a bit straighter with a quaint smile on her lips, dimples prominent. 

“Oh you know, sometimes you just need to take time to take things in.” She replied, attentively sitting the fabrics aside in a pile, making sure her needle didn't get lost before she fully turned her attention to the bard in front of her.

“Oh, I most certainly understand you, my dear! A moment away is a great thing to have, especially for your predicament! And speaking of, I have done quite a bit of research!” 

This brightened the tiefling’s face tenfold, her soft features now lively as they usually were. She knew that Lae'Zel was set on looking for a cure from her people, and Evie wasn't opposed to exploring that option. However, it would be irresponsible of her not to look into every avenue possible, if not for her sake than for her friends who trusted her to lead them through this to a certain extent. 

So, a surge of excitement replaced her feeling of slight despair, and she clapped her hands together, shimmying to sit on the edge of the stoney seat. “Then please! Do share! Anything is better than nothing.” 

“I have discovered a sure fire way of recovering that little bugger from your cranium! If you’d allow me to demonstrate.” 

By the time the demonstration was done, Volo was practically already to Baldur's Gate. He had convinced sweet Evie that he could remove the parasite with the needle she was using, a quick stab and then some healing magic and they’d be on their way to being parasite free. Now, she was a very trusting person, but even she had the intuition not to agree. It was her desperation to be cured after so long that pushed her into an agreement. 

She should have listened to her intuition. 

Growing up on the streets and flourishing into a paladin meant many things, but above all it meant that she had a phenomenal pain tolerance. She hadn't even realized that everything had gone topsy turvy until she saw her orange eye pulled from her socket, the optical nerves dangling like hanging grapes from the Bard's tool. She screamed at the sight, her hand immediately lifting to where her eye once was, the vision completely gone. Upon her reaction the bard laughed nervously, and without a second thought he fled, leaving nothing in his wake but pain and a prosthetic. 

Though in her pain, she had left the prosthetic eye behind, falling from her seat to her knees as she tried to stand. Blood was smudging and smearing fast, her sword toughened palm lifting to wipe at the blood there but it was no use. The scarlet liquid was pouring from her open wound, covering up her grey freckled cheeks with gore. It was then that she began sobbing out of sheer shock, her trembling frame crawling its way from the place of the crime, seeking out her own tent with her vision skewed and bile licking at the back of her throat. 

The sounds of sobs and the tang of blood was thick in the air as the party came back, and the conversation quieted as Astarion stumbled back as if he had been punched. His hand covered his nose, and he grimaced, cursing about the hint of copper in the air. It was almost immediate the way that Gale’s face fell, his head snapping to look at the camp as his legs carried him through the bramble that lined the edge of the clearing they were set up in. He had cut his conversation short in favor for getting to the bottom of the source of copper, his heart pounding. To say he has been nervous to leave Evelyn alone by herself would be a lie, but he knew her to be very capable. 

From the moment the woman had pulled him from the rock with a kind smile, to previously in the week when she had cleaved goblins apart in a fury of holy justice in his defense during their attack on the fortress, he knew this delightful paladin was not one to be shaken easily. So when her anguished sobs filled his ears, his heart sank, and he practically tripped over his own robes to rush to the source of the sound. It was then when he rounded the corner that he saw her, his dearest Evie, struggling to even crawl, her body scraping against the ground, trailing blood. 

His stomach churned and he fell to his knees. Who had done this to her? Who could have ever done this to Evie? She was nothing but kind, and considerate, and incredibly patient given their circumstances. He considered himself incredibly lucky to have met her out of all of their companions after his solitude, and to see her like this had his mind racing in a way he didn't recognize. Without hesitation, Gale reached his arms out, his hands catching on her elbows to sit her up from her crawling position. 

“By Mystra, Evelyn what happened?! Are you alright? I- Who-” For the first time in a very long time, Gale found himself unable to form a sentence, his mind in a panic as their gaze interlocked. The tiefling was inconsolable already, and once her eye fell upon the wizard’s face, pinched tight with concern, a flicker of anger and confusion in his soft eyes, the sobs grew tenfold and she fell into his arms. 

She was such a pillar of a woman, foundationally holding this crew together. Evie had made them eat dinner together, had gone out of their way to spend time with all of them to learn about them, and it always came from such a genuine place of love and interest. In this dark, deary time with so many unknowns, she has been a beacon, and now she was dimming. 

His arms wrapped around her automatically, not minding the way her blood and tears stained his royal plum fabrics into a dark mauve. Gale’s hand, now also trembling, came to cradle her head to his chest through her orange curls. His eyes clenched shut, his nose stingy with the smell of her blood mixed with her orange blossom and vanilla scent, the assault to his scenes making his stomach churn. But he held her, gods, he held his poor friend so very close to him, the Netherese Orb flaring beneath his robes in response to his overactive mind. She had been nothing but kind to him, had given him grace with short-sighted acts of kindness through constant support and artifacts. So as the orb burned him slightly, it was a reminder of how much he had failed in this life, and by the gods, he wouldn't be doing that now. He must do right by her. 

“SHADOWHEART! QUICKLY!” He yelled, soon turning his face back to Evie who was trusting him to hold her. With his hand threaded in her curls, he hushed her gently, the sound foreign to his own ears, but it came to him like a second nature.

“Shhh, shh shh shh, darling…Gods, let me have a look-” 

As he pulled her away to access the damage, her cries became unmuffled, and far more potent, his own heart straining with pain. Evie was starting to get lightheaded, this being rather evident by the way her whole body complied to his movements as if he had her on a string. Clumsily her bloodied hand came to catch on his beard, and Gale swallowed harshly. 

“Gale- Gale, I can't see you I- You’re…You’re half missing, my eye, Gale he took my eye!-” 

“I know!- Shhh I know, I know, we’ll be okay-” He grimaced; gods, he had read many many books in his time, but nothing, not a story ever written compared to the tragedy that was befalling his dearest companion. 

Shadowheart quickly arrived at the tiefling’s side, falling to her knees and quickly assuming position so she could fall into prayer. Gale didn't look away from Evie, he simply allowed himself to be her rock, and the tiefling cozily hid into his chest. The cleric put her hands to Evie's back, bowing her head in prayer. Carefully, the blood stopped flowing, the wound sealed up, but the mental anguish was deep, and the tears refused to stop. 

Now, the entire party was around them, silent as they looked on, not a single expression passive. No, this was a great tragedy, to see their beloved Evie so disheartened. Though it was Karlach who spoke up next, her arms crossed as she started to heat up the area, her infernal engine burning hot as she pieced together the bloody scene. 

“Our intrepid bard is nowhere to be seen- Bloody hells! Evie, babes- Did he do this?-” She asked, a question that Gale found himself wanting the answer to as well, having not been preoccupied with anything but the tiefling. Though now that it was brought to the group's attention, everyone was awaiting the answer. 

“He!- He said he knew how I- I know I- It was stupid I- But I wanted to see maybe- Maybe if there was a way we could all be healed I-” Her voice was cracking, another sob racking through her petite yet toned frame, and Gale held her closer to ground her, his head sitting between her horns. From this angle, he could see Karlach stomp by, Astarion quickly following, and Wyll hot on the two's heels to make sure they didn't actually end up murdering anyone. 

“Fucking bastard!- Come on, he couldn't have gotten far!- Nobody hurts my paladin!” The tiefling cursed, pulling her axe off of her back, singing the ground with every step. 

“Oh goodie, a hunt~” Astarion purred, to which Wyll only sighed about, and with a flash it was like they were gone. 

A beat of silence passed before Shadowheart sighed, starting to stand, brushing off her knees with a frown. “If we are lucky, the three of them will have a successful hunt and the bastard will rue the day he hurt a paladin most beloved. Though, we needn't worry about that. She’s covered in blood, and she needs her eye replaced. Prosthetic was left in the table. If you’d be so kind in handing her over, I'll take her down to the creek and get her ready for bed.” 

Gale arms tightened around her subconsciously, his hand squeezing warmly at her shoulder as he drew her to himself. She was slowing her sniffles, taking in breaths of his librarian-esque smell, her fingers curled into the fabric of his robes tightly as if she couldn't let go. A wave of protectiveness fell over Gale in a way that had him at attention, the two intertwined intentionally. She was seeking out his comfort and he was providing it freely. After such a long time without companions, without conversation, without hints of life, Evie had been a person he naturally fell into line with. They were agreeable from the start and even quicker friends, as if they had known each other for far longer than mere days. He had never met someone like that, never in his years had he had the fortune of having a friend so dear. And Gale would never forsake that bond. He made a vow to repay her kindness in any way disposable to him, and he did so by making her meals, protecting her in battle, reading to her when she was curious about a novel she had grabbed. And he was repaying it now by curling around her, draping over her like a willow treat protecting a nymph with its branches; a gentle sort of protectiveness that was precious as the tiefling herself. 

They were like that for a beat before the wizard sighed. No, he needn’t be so selfish though. Rubbing her shoulders, he pulled back, looking down. He frowned, immediately moved by the sad look drawn up on Evie’s face, his hands cupping her cheeks. Gods, there was so much blood…

“Go with her, dear…I’ll await your return in my tent and if you would like, we can hide away…read your book…” He murmured, trying to do anything to alleviate the weight of her from her evening. To this, Evie nodded, not managing to say much; a rarity considering they were both chatter boxes. And with that she left with Shadowheart, holding her hand as they trailed away. 

Being without her was a new type of torture Gale wasn't fond of. He sat in his tent, in his camp clothes, sitting on his cushioned bedroll. He was staring at the book in his hand, and although the language was one he was well familiar with, the words were Ghukliak to him. He subconsciously worried his lower lip between his teeth, and the tiefling never far from his thoughts. Gods, he didn't know what he was feeling within his chest. It was vast, and worrying, and it felt constrictive. He wanted to blame it on the orb, but that wasn't it. In his mind's eye, he imagined all of their adventures. The way they had laughed more than he had in a whole year within a weeks time, the way she always uplifted him. Evie always referred to him as her wizard boy; it was always ‘Our wizard boy’s got us’ or ‘how are you doing today wizard boy?’. Very endearing. Gods, she was painful endearing. 

He closed his eyes, as he sighed, releasing his lower lip and setting the book on his lap. It had been a long while since he couldn't focus on a text because of his own mind, for books were the only companion he had for a long while. He could clearly make out Evie's face in his imagination. The sweet freckles from her days in the sun, the dimples that adorned her cheeks, the wrinkles that were etched into her skin from how expressive she was still after all these years. Gods, he never wanted to see her smile fade…the ache doubled in his heart, a certain sense of longing about him that made his shoulders drop. 

“Gale?...” 

A long awaited tender voice cut through his thoughts, and the wizard’s head lifted from its dipped position, his brown eyes settling onto Evie. There she was, orange curls free from blood, her skin pure once more. There was a cloth wrapped around her one eye, and she was wearing a nightgown of a darker color. These were the only irregularities, besides how tender she looked, drained from the events. It was often that she would linger in the entrance of his tent, but it was usually far more joyous and playful, not melancholic. 

“Evelyn…” He breathed out, his legs already lifting himself up. The sight of the wizard rising from his comfort, doing nothing to close his book as it slid out of his lap. It was like she had a gravitation pull, like the two of their souls were connecting in a way that they couldn't tangibly observe. The tiefling held out her arms for him, stepping closer to him in anticipation. They met, a soft gust of air coming up between them as their chests kissed. She stood on her tiptoes to accommodate Gale’s height, her arms wrapping tightly around him as he did the same. They swayed slightly to the side, the two entangling easily, naturally. 

“I saw the fear on your face, I'm sorry…” 

“Fear, yes, but for you, not because of you, darling…” 

Gale countered her apologies with understanding, and Evie melted further into his shoulder. Such a sweet embrace was well needed after so much violence. 

“I just…I just got to thinking, about it all…and he said he would help I…I thought maybe…I was being foolish, but…” She shook slightly, her voice breaking; a sign of more tears. His arms immediately tightened, slotting like a puzzle piece around her hips as he nosed at her hair. So many intimate touches and yet neither of them faltered or became coy. There was no double checking or hesitation when holding one another came as easy as breathing. 

“No, don't…Don't do that, Evie…Don't apologize…You are quite alright, dear. You are such…gods, you are such a pillar of a woman, its most remarkable, truly, how you manage to be such a beam of light. You needn't apologize…you slipped up and that's alright…” 

After he reassured her, they stayed like that for a moment. Gale swayed them soothingly, his cheek against the crown of her head as she hid within the column of his throat. They were like that for a long time, wordless and soaking in one another’s warmth. She then patted his back, and Gale nodded, the two coming to sit on his bedroll. She was sitting next to him as he began to read, his voice a low rumble, less animated than usual. It was a lullaby for her, and Evie immediately curled into his side, using him as a pillow to which he offered an arm as a blanket. They were like that for a few chapters before they nodded off; hells, Gale hadn't even been tired before that, but with Evie around, sleep came easily. 

When he woke up the next morning, it was far later than usual. Both of them were early risers, so it was the two of them that usually started to pack up camp to continue venturing. However, that was not happening today. With a groan, Gale shifted, his face screwing shut. Though upon feeling such a comfortable weight draped across him, his bleary eyes cracked open a smidge, his head lifting. It was then that he saw her, Evie’s ginger lock cascading over his chest like the sun itself, her hand curled up beside her face as she used him as a pillow. Her soft snores were a sleepy morning symphony, and her bandage had fallen off with the amount of nuzzling she had done. 

Before he could still himself, Gale’s hand came up to caress through the silken locks. A sigh of relief exited him from the mere feeling, but then, he reached for the bandage. It wasnt bloody, more so acting as a cover for her own sake. Though it was loose, and he didn't want it tangling in her hair. Carefully, the wizard plucked the bandage from her hair, and then he just sighed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to himself. It had been such a long time since he had tangibly held someone like this in his arms, to feel the mortal weight of a warm body beside him. She was no figment, no she was tangible, real creature of beauty and radiance. 

He sighed as his thoughts evaded him and indulged in doting on her beauty; a habit he was developing as of late. Gale stilled a bit, thinking about the habit as he brought his knuckles to trail lovingly along the curve of Evie's cheeks. Gods…she was beautiful like this, and he never wanted to let her go lest she ever be hurt by another again. 

Though as he absentmindedly caressed his friends tender cheek, her eyes fluttering open. It was then that Gale was greet by her now gaze. One orange iris with a dark sclera and the other a beautiful hazel-green hue. It was a stark contrast and yet it suited her perfectly, as if it had only added to her charming and adoring aesthetics. The tiefling in his arms sighed as she observed his unfiltered admiration, her sleepy haze closing once more as she cuddled close again. She stretched along side him, her ankles cracking and her tail shivering behind her before she laid slack against him again. 

“Morning…” she whispered tenderly, and to this Gale felt his breath hitch. He coughed a little, his cheeks flushing as he responded. 

“Good morning…” 

He could feel the smile on her lips pressed into him and it caused him to smile as well, her amusement at him infectious. Though as she shifted, her moved so her cheek was a long his chest, her eyes opening again. 

“Weird seeing me with a new eye, hmm?” She asked, being light hearted about the obvious change, but there was an edge of uncertainty. Perhaps he didn't like it, and for some reason, that made Evie feel bad. 

“No….no…” Gale murmured, his thumb catching on her cheek once, more cradling her sweet face. In kind, Evie relaxed into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut once more. 

“No it's…it's very suiting. It matches you perfectly. Just as sweet as the rest of you…” He spoke earnestly, and now it was her turn to flush slightly. With a sigh, she nodded. 

“Good, I…I didn't want to look to awful…” 

“Blossom…” Gale whispered the nickname, a term he has perscribed to her while they were sparring a few weeks before. They were bantering back and forth, and he had decided her nickname was blossom. Not quite a flower, for that was too delicate; and petal was too tiny. A blossom was kinetic with lively energy, about to bloom, radiate with life. Even now, as she looked up at him, her renewed gaze trailing over his fond expression, Gale agreed with his previous observation. Gods, what was she doing to him?...

“Yes?...” She replied back, the name striking her right between the ribs with heavy warmth. Gods, she remembered the first time her darling wizard had called her that, and it made her feel so…special. Unique…adored. 

“I don't think you could ever look awful…ever…your soul is far to radiant for that…to precious.”

The smile that he got in response was positively coy and he couldn't help but grin sleepily, a chuckle escaping him as he squeezed her tight. Evie began trailing his chest with her claw, and he felt warmth blossom in himself in turn. 

“Mm…you’re too sweet~...”

Closing notes: thank you for reading!! If you enjoyed, please let me know I adore interacting with people and I love these two it makes me want to explode!! Okay bye!!! 🧡🧡🧡

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OMORI X SUBMAS AU

Akari during the door knocking scene basically;

THERE IS A LOT OF LORE YAPPING DOWN BELOW THE KEEP READING SO HAH. MY BRAINROT IS DOING THE FUN THING FOR ONCE. + Meme template ^^

Akari takes the role of Basil as she was there to see the incident yet was much younger (maybe ten or eleven) while Ingo was probably just turning 25 or something. But she is also Kel in a way, knocking on the door to get Ingo to come out and clinging to his side.

Elesa takes the role of Aubrey, she shows her grief through anger and her gym has massively suffered from it, she barely even is her normal confident self due to her anger of how everyone seemed to move on so quickly, seeing the battle subway shut down, and how Ingo locked himself away for years.

Volo takes the role of Hero, he's a good big brother to his little sister Cynthia. He does hide a lot of his true feelings, being stuck in a state of depression for months and even years but shoving it down so far it hurts him more. He's a close friend of Ingos too.

Cynthia is Kel (kinda) she's Volos younger sister (by like a year.) yet wasn't exactly close with the two Subway bosses yet was friends with everyone. She doesn't even know she's grieving, pretending everything is okay because she doesn't see that she herself is still grieving.

Stranger!Akari is a creation of Ingos mind while Something!Emmet is created by Darkai. Darkai I'd not meaning to be harmful, nor is Stranger. They both just want Ingo to accept the truth and help those he was close with move on as well, by telling the truth with Akari.

[onestepbackwards]

It would be so funny if the player could still send texts on their arc phone and decided to send every complaint directly to Arceus

Everything from "Those ungrateful bastards banished me" to "My tummy hurts :("

Bonus points if they hand the phone over to Volo or Ingo and let them rant at god for screwing them over

Tbh if it were me I would let Arceus know every single inconvenience I had with being thrown into the past with no warning.

You let Arceus know no peace, making it very clear of your feelings on the matter.

[There is a leak in my room. You know what didn't have a leak? My old home.]

[They deadass are sending me into the wild??? On my own?? Assuming I have no experience?? They want me dead, Arceus.]

[THEY DONT HAVE COFFEE]

[Why do I have to fight the big scary pokemon?? WHY IS IT A STRANGERS JOB-]

[I think Cynthia's ancestor is stalking me.]

[I REACHED TEN STARS FUCK YEAH]

[WHY do I have to solve this village's problems. How am I the only one doing anything to help here.]

[WHY IS THE TRAIN GUY FROM UNOVA HERE.]

[ANSWER ME ARCEUS.]

[ISNT THIS GUY A CELEBRITY???? ARCEUS. HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN HERE-]

[When i invent mac n cheese, its over for these assholes.]

[Do you think I could piss Cyrus off by adopting his great great grandmother as my own mom?]

[They fucking banned me, Arceus.]

[AFTER EVERYTHING I DID-]

[Volo is def stalking me btw. WHY is he the only one wanting to help me besides the nice lady who also looks like Cynthia-]

[THE SKY IS RED.]

[Did Kamado seriously send Beni to assassinate me or did I just hallucinate that whole encounter.]

[WHY IS IT I KEEPING MEETING PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DELETE THE UNIVERSE WITH GIRATINA]

[If i had a dollar for every time this has happened, i'd have two dollars. It isn't a lot, but its weird its happened twice-]

[HOW COME HE GETS LIKE THE EQUIVALENT OF 8 POKEMON AND I CANT]

[If you had just said hi to him we could have avoided me almost dying TWICE.]

Arceus almost never responds unless you have a genuine question, or need help. But you do find solace in complaining to it.

You later tell Volo that hey, like, you know things are kinda awkward, but you have a means of directly messaging Pokemon God-

He's shaking as you hand him the phone and show him how to use it. At first, Volo for once, doesn't know what to say. He had dreamt of unloading his problems onto Arceus many times, but now?

He is almost at a lost for words.

That is, until you reach around him, showing him your previous conversations.

"Yeah, see here? I kinda bitched at Arceus last week because I'm still not allowed to go home yet. I kinda just use the chat to vent about things most of the time."

Volo stares for a moment, until he's furiously typing. He doesn't stop typing for a good few minutes, sending one very long, winded message, before handing the phone back to you. It's the longest message you have ever seen sent on your phone

The merchant is awfully quiet after that for a little while.