#I still have worms for my lil goblin girl

[shadow--writer]

Hey folks!

This post was kind of a long time incoming, but I really didn't have the words/courage to make it. (ty to misery lake for coming on the subject first, I've loved talking with you and bonking dolls, you've always made me smile <3) But I'm no longer going to make much content for the arcana if at all. I've watched everything go down/that is going down, paired with my waning love for the game I figure it'd be a good time for me to go. I'm keeping this blog up so if people want to read the headcanons and short fics I've written they're able, but if I'm gonna post here it's going to be more oc based.

I'm going to be clearing out my inbox of requests and closing them indefinitely, but I just want to say thank you. Thank you guys for letting me experiment and letting me write and draw. I've improved in my art so so much because of this fandom and the support I've been given. I've made some amazing friends and mutuals on here who've allowed me to bonk our oc's heads together and let me create and I'm so grateful. I'm grateful for everyone who's commented or liked on any of my works, I read them often and they always make me smile and inspire me to keep creating.

The arcana, while a mess, holds a lil special place in my heart because of everything I've gotten to do and people I've gotten to talk to, so thank you! It sucks where it's going right now, and reading about everything behind the scenes makes it hard for me to enjoy the game as much as I once did, but I'm glad I got to create here.

(edit: but if y'all wanna chat/(this is directed at one of y'all 👀👀) send me pet updates PLEASE DO. I would LOVE that)

[lanaevyssmoved]

helloooo Afhiri sounds SO lovely. can you tell me more about how they feel at the start of act 1 about her predicament with the tadpoles, her companions, etc etc if you want!!

it might be cruel to say that they're pretty damn simple . actually no its not ive decided theyre pretty damn simple. literally wakes up and has a panic attack because where is flute?? where flute?? WHERE. FLU TE? flute was no where to be seen (depression). a very sad clown exploring this ship literally with minimum interest because flute :( flute :( this is a child who has lost their autistic hyperfixation toy.

lae'zel is hot. the sword scene is hot. hiri has immediate gay panic and forgets flute for 2 whole seconds. asks lae'zel if seen flute. lae'zel doesn't even know what a flute is.. smh. sticks around because was told to. does whats told (for now........ ominous.) so to start lae'zel is literally party lead this clown is NOT a protagonist (for now...... no im not making that joke twice)

SHADOWHEART IS HOT... absolutely ignores lae'zel to free shadowheart. literally dumbass tries to pull the door off. lae'zel ends up being the one like "maybe u should look around if u INSIST on saving this HALF ELF." frees shadowheart :) oh my god you have an autistic hyperfixation too?? your rock is so cool!!!!!!!

the flute is not rescued. please F's in chat for the lost flute of afhiri's childhood. her father made her that flute and it's DEAD. AND THERE WASN'T EVEN TIME FOR A FUNERAL.

the first thing they do after hoarding all of the fish on the beach like a little goblin creature is find gale's portal. shiny. Oh My God is that an arm without a body? that is Soooo cool...... high fives. they free him of course!!! used bard Magicks to calm that shit down and free the silly man. she finds him SOOO silly. he is such a silly little guy. his lil expressions and hand movements are SO funny. she wants to get acting classes from him so she can be just as funny and then she'll rank up in Clown. she's sure of it. (he is a clown to her. a truly excellent clown. there's real talent..........)

after that she gets knife throat by astarion :( not very nice of you :( i would have given you money if u wanted :( oh not a robbery? OH WE'RE WORM BUDDIES? friendship acquired :) they genuinely don't have any more thoughts rly at the start because he is mean and she doesn't understand its mean and looks at him stupidly like a dog who cannot understand the new word u just said. tilts head :)

their friendship stat is SO high all of a sudden. this clown has had NO friends their entire damn life (weirdo coded) and suddenly they've got SOOO many best friends oh my god they're so excited for the campfire stories hehee :)

next is oh my godd its the hot. gi..gi... Girlfriend? :) no its gith u stupid clown. get pied. ANYWAY tells the tieflings some absolute BULLSHITERY. this clown is So good at lying (this is a positive. their moral code is kinda messy.) and frees lae'zel :) shadowheart doesn't trust lae'zel but how can you Not when she's Also Green? I'm Green? You're Green? Da Ba Dee

after that its oh my god is that A GOBLIN? never seen a goblin before. finds them extremely cute. they're also kind of green (positive). and A WARG? can i PET IT? No? It'll eat me? bite off my hand? chew up my suit? this is supreme sadness. wait- flute still gone. that's supreme sadness. ALSO WYLL IS FUN!!!! wyll gives her fairytale hero prince vibes and is absolutely fascinated and thinks as a bard should sing of his tale because hes so cool (please don't trust them. they will make him sound like a fool.)

hearing about the spooky scary teeth-ling from wyll is super!! exciting!!!! a devil?? fought in devil war?? fire?? death?? epic story . we must find out more (not to kill. to talk to. must have some REALLY COOL STORIES!!!) very easy to convince wyll not to kil- OH MY GOD HOT?? HOT? ?? literally hot. this is the most Supreme Gay Panic. afhiri never thought about girls (or boys) like this before. none of the Lads give the Panik.. but these girls are a little too much (fainting vibes) also karlach is so fun :) daydreams about karlach throwing her like a javelin into battle

the tadpole though :/ they don't know!! everyone keeps saying. bad! evil! bad! removal! death! kill! and they're like :/ idk guys.. worms are kinda cute. u ever seen a worm do a lil wiggle on some mud? its so cool.. i wish i was a worm..... everyone is concerned. do not trust them with decisions (they trust them with decisions. they are All stupid.) they name the worm. the worm is named little buddy. it's not creative. it's not a name. but this is Little Buddy and she talks to her little buddy sometimes. she even wrote it a song. (she doesn't consume more little buddies. that's weird.. this is HER little buddy and those are OTHER little buddies. there's only one little buddy for her....)

extra: GUARDIAN. oooohhhhh my god .. never seen someone soooooo CLOWN. (this is false. guardian looks nothing like a clown. theyre projecting HARD. guardian plays along because this is clearly going to work better than being Hot and Mysterious). trust them explicitly (reminder: not smart), treats like another Best Friend like the squad. gets sad they don't ever join them in camp for her performances. does private performances sometimes :)

DOUBLE EXTRA: the possession.. of Flute 2.

a daring tale of (gale takes some of the squads money and buys them a flute. cannot bare to see the sad puppy dog eyes any longer.) AN INCREDIBLE ADVENTURE OF PERIL AND DANGER... THERE WAS GNOLLS AND GOBLINS AND MAYBE A BEHOLDER!!!!! gale.. an incredibly brave adventurer.. this is going in his next song

[iwritelmao]

PT2

pt 2 of my lil bg3 series

pt1: https://www.tumblr.com/iwritelmao/737980369332240384/so-i-had-an-idea?source=share

+ a picrew of Dawn:

It was an odd feeling, having a worm in one's brain. A very specific one too. Dawn didn't remember much from the ship before it crashed, but she remembered meeting Shadowheart and Lae’zel, an elf and a Githyanki. Lae’zel had been standoffish at first, but proved useful in battle, while Shadowheart was wise and cunning. Dawn, on the other hand, was neither of those things.

She was eighteen and was searching the wild and great city of Baldur's Gate for her estranged father when she blacked out and awoke on the ship. She was a rogue, yes, but she was also clumsy and impulsive, not to mention riddled with anger about her initial quest being interrupted.

The plan, when she set out from her childhood home in a small port town just north of Baldur's Gate, was to find her father, explain to him that her mother had committed suicide, and then successfully orphan herself. It really shouldn't have been that hard, except she didn't anticipate the sheer size of the city itself and the even bigger relative amount of people going about their day to day inside of it.

So now she was traveling along on a hill with two older women and an irritating ringing in her ear.

Soon enough she met two other people. Gale was a human wizard and he seemed quite pretentious upon meeting. But at least he was nice enough. And then there was Astarion.

Dawn may have been young but she knew when not to trust people. Mostly because she didn’t trust anyone, but that was beside the point. Astarion was an elven rogue, and while he claimed to hate everyone in the group an equal amount, he seemed to hold a special disdain for Dawn. Maybe it was because he saw her as a child (which she unconvincingly reassured everyone that she wasn’t at least once a day). Or maybe he knew what she really was. Dawn was an elf, physically, and at heart, even though she was born a dhampir. Though she was starting to realize that any elf she came across grew instantly prejudiced once they caught a glimpse of her small but prominent fangs and slightly scarlet eyes.

She decided that she wouldn’t be surprised if Astarion secretly hated her preternatural heritage. She also wouldn’t be too upset about it. Dawn didn’t need his or anyone else’s approval.

So he kept making rude comments and Dawn kept deflecting them with a quiet eye roll, as most eighteen year olds would.

Until one fateful night. It was after a big fight with the goblins. Dawn had come back to camp with a sickly look on her face and drooped shoulders. Astarion rolled his eyes, even though he looked less than lively too.

Gale made her soup when they all sat and ate around the campfire. Dawn smiled, thanked him, and drank the soup politely, only to throw it up in the woods later on. She hadn’t quite been able to keep normal food down on an empty stomach, not since she first tasted human blood when she was thirteen.

That night, under close watch of the moon in the sky, Dawn climbed the closest tree, grabbed the nearest squirrel, and…

Let’s just say the squirrel got a very nice burial at the base of the tree.

The girl walked back to camp, feeling satiated, disgusted, and terrified all at once. There were still tinges of red on the ends of her short, light hair.

Her eyes widened as she approached the camp fire.

There was Astarion, fangs bared, leaning over Shadowheart’s sleeping form. His head snapped up when she gasped and he immediately stood up. “I was… making sure she was alright after the fight today.” He explained quickly, lying easily.

“You were biting her.” Dawn said flatly, eyes still wide, trying to comprehend the odds. “You… you’re a dhampir?”

He let out a short laugh. “Please, I’m not that low on the food chain.” Astarion said. “If you must know, I’m a vampire spawn.”

“Oh…”

He tilted his head. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to scream? Run? Snitch, even?” Dawn’s eyes instinctively went down to her hands, the blood still staining her fingers, still drying under her fingernails. She tried to hide them behind her back but she could tell from the look in Astarion’s eyes, she was too late. “So you’ve got secrets too. Interesting…” In the firelight, she could clearly see the red in his eyes, which meant that it had to be the same for hers. Again, she saw him put the pieces together. “Ah, of course. I’m not the only bloodsucker on camp... But I’ve never heard of anyone turning someone so young… you must be a dhampir then.”

Astarion was the last person Dawn wanted to be associated with. Especially after he tried to bite Shadowheart. Shadowheart who had been like the older sister Dawn never had. So she turned away from him and sat down on a log by the fire. She heard him scoff behind her out paid no mind.

Dawn took her mother’s handkerchief from her pocket and started cleaning the blood from her hands. It was already a deep red silk, so it wouldn’t stain too terribly.

Astarion stared at the square of fabric with an odd look in his eyes. “That looks just like…” he paused. “Just like a handkerchief I lost…nearly two decades ago…” Dawn’s face showed silent curiosity, but she didn’t look up. “Where did you get it?”

She clenched her jaw, holding on tightly to the silk. “It was my mother’s,” Dawn muttered to herself. Her mother’s handkerchief… that was given to her by her vampiric lover…

“Well then, your mother must’ve been an excellent thief-”

“My mother was a poet!” She snapped, standing to face him. Of course, it just had to be him. She should’ve known that all along she was traveling with… “And I happen to know, now at least, that you knew her.”

Astarion rolled his eyes. “Please-”

“Selene Windor. The elven bard of Seaview Docks.” She said as if she were invoking the name of a vengeful god. Dawn watched the nonchalant expression fall from his face. “She was with child when you left. Did you know that?”

There was a long silence. Dawn watched the older vampire spawn piece things together, his eyes widening. “No…”

“Yes.” She said. “My mother gave you her love, her art, her words. Her womb. You could have at least loved her back!”

“Don't talk about things you don’t understand!” He snapped back. Dawn had never seen Astarion truly angry before. It was like looking in a mirror. “I couldn’t love her! I couldn’t love anything!”

“Everyone can love, no matter how dead inside they are!” Dawn yelled back. “You were just too much of a coward! Or did you not want to?”

“That’s not-”

“Well she’s dead now. After driving her mad with grief for eighteen years, you’ve finally killed her.”

His shoulders dropped and for once, he didn’t say anything.

“But that wasn’t enough…” Dawn had tears in her eyes. “You had to condemn me… to this! This monstrous way of life! I killed someone at age thirteen! I was a child!”

Astartion slowly and carefully approached her, like how one might approach a spooked horse. “Calm down… let’s talk about-”

“No.” Dawn drew her dagger with a raged look on her face. “Make peace with your gods… father.”

Before he could say anything, the girl lunged forward with the knife, successfully slashing at his arm, cutting deep enough for him to wince in pain, but not hitting any major arteries.

The one thing Dawn was forgetting was that Astarion had not only been 200 years old, he was also a 200 year old rogue who had countless tricks up his sleeve and no qualms about fighting dirty.

Dawn had also forgotten that she had grown up chasing chickens in a little port town and that she was not a seasoned fighter.

Almost immediately, he kicked one of her legs out from under her. She landed on her back, the ground knocking the air out of her. Astarion grabbed the dagger and threw it to the side, lodging it into a nearby tree.

His eyes were cold but there was something behind them, something Dawn couldn’t recognize. “Kill me if you want, but just know that makes you, not only an orphan, but also just as mad as she was.”

He walked away. And she had half a mind to get up and try to stab him again. But she didn’t. She just laid there till morning.