#Strugglingcomet2

[knightdelt]

OKAY you can certainly titillate with merely a title ❤️❤️

For no one!

For No One is for your and @shadowfalllen's kiss prompt! Because they're running out of time. You will each get a unique fic in for the prompt, the other being 'Elenor Tavryn's Dream.'

As a gift for a fellow angst lover (though Elenor Tavryn's Dream is even angstier, probably the angstiest thing I'll ever write), For No One covers Dark Justiciar Shadowheart's last moments with Tav, before breaking up with her at the Elfsong Tavern the morning after they defeat the Nether brain. Here is a short, rough excerpt for you:

The comforting darkness of sleep was shattered, like the window that allowed the dawn’s rays to blight her weary eyes. Not yet… she thought, shuffling to move a hand to shield herself, though her arm was stuck beneath the woman who shared her bed. Tav shuffled slightly at the disturbance, murmuring in her sleep. She was peaceful, truly peaceful, for perhaps the first time since they had met. The Absolute was dead, and this was the dawn of a new era, though it was one they would have to face alone. Shadowheart prayed Tav would understood. This parting would be bittersweet enough, without any additional regrets. They were tangled in each other’s embrace, naked as they day they were born and cradled by the sheets. Shadowheart leaned up on her elbow to watch Tav slumber. They would never have a moment like this again; a moment where she could pretend she had no higher duty, that they simply were. In another life, perhaps this was not their ending, but a new beginning. It was a thought she shouldn’t think. She did not know why it hurt so much.

I'm glad you find my title's titilating lol. I like to use songs that capture the vibe of the fic I'm writing. For No One is named for the song by The Beatles. I listened to it a lot after completing my first DJ playthrough, and I think it captures Tav's thoughts on the breakup pretty well.

[future-ghoost]

HEY IM BACK - living for Kyra lore tbh

28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood.

30. What does your Tav want more than anything?

31. How does your Tav cry? What are her laughs?

32. Does your Tav have regrets? How do they carry them?

33. What are your Tav’s approval and disapproval triggers?

All these questions!

Lucky I bought some writing snacks for this weekend.

28: Happier memories: similar to what you wrote about Aria. She feels safe in the forest, and the smell after rain reminds hert of when she'd run away from the castle with Ryn.

Not so happy memories: The warm smell of kicked-up dirt from a dry/dusty courtyard. She'd have to train all throughout the year and the summers got hot in Korella. Often she'd have her father or whatever trainer constantly screaming in her ear to be better.

30: I think what Kyra ultimately wants more than anything is to be settled. Sure, when she was younger she had a home, but she never felt safe there. She was always on edge or trying to run away from the castle. When she finally did escape, she was picked up by the Nautiloid and had a tadpole shoved in her brain. Settling down for Kyra means having a home - a place that's hers without forcing her to become something she's not. It means being around people she loves and who love her unconditionally. And it's the safety that comes along with both of those.

31: Kyra's very in touch with her emotions. Despite everything she's been through, she has quite a healthy way of dealing with them (for the most part), so it'll take a bit before she feels like she needs to cry. When she does, it's usually because of something unresolved/traumatic from her childhood. Usually this will display as overcompensating to try and make herself feel better, but if she feels back into a corner, or is forced to relive her past, then she'll probably cry. When she's upset, this will begin as withdrawing in on herself and being quiet. Usually she'll cry in silence (she learned this habit from being around her father so as not to draw attention to herself). When she's really upset, she'll be inconsolable. She'll curl into a ball and sob.

Her laughs are usually breathy - like a chuckle that's just a smile and some breaths. Obviously, growing up royal, she was trained to be reserved - some habits stick. She does find herself funny, so she's likely to laugh quite hard at herself even when no one else does. Occasionally, she'll find something so funny that she can't control herself and will end up with tears streaming down her face while she holds her stomach.

32: Her biggest regret (as unreasonable as it is) is not being able to stop her father. Like I've said before, Kyra carries a lot of guilt over where she comes from. Although she was just a child, she regrets not being able to stop him from becoming a tyrant, or stop his reign of tyranny. She spent her entire life being scared of him, but she also feels the guilt that came along with allowing herself to be scared of him.

33: Approval triggers:

Being kind to animals.

Bringing her snacks

Protecting the innocent

Laughing at her jokes

Having a strong sense of justice

Disapproval triggers:

Demanding payment for doing a good deed

Hurting people who don't deserve it

Being too stubborn (she likes stubborness sometimes, but hates it when its unecessary/unproductive)

[shadowfalllen]

OTP Vibes Game

I got tagged in a OTP vibes game by @future-ghoost ❤️

Rules: Post some pictures of your OTP and their vibes, some info, and a song(s) that fits their vibe. That's it. Edit as you please.

Here's some low pressure tags: @strugglingcomet2, @fogno, @callmelyrus, @oldlight117, @marlfox1017, @cylinderarts, @eliteseven, @string-queen, @knightdelt, @bonechillen, @camelcasethoughts, @noir-selune-and-sombra, @chaosroid

OTP: Clara (Tav) x Shadowheart

Dynamic: Tortured Past x Healing Present

Fate: Soulmates Who Help Heal Each Other

Songs:

Diminuendo (by Lawless, feat. Britt Warner)

Losing my Religion (by R.E.M./cover by BELLSAINT)

Saturn (by Sleeping At Last)

Healing (by Fletcher)

Before the Last Brew (by @eldritchelfwriter)

we fell in love in October (by girl in red)

Vibes:

[optiwashere]

OC Tag Meme

tagged by @alicelufenia 💜

-> BASICS

Name: Asheera. No surname - the orcish familial name isn't used.

Class/Subclass: Paladin (Oath of Redemption)

Background: Soldier (second choice: Guild Artisan)

Gender: trans woman

Sexuality: lesbian

Pronouns: she/her

-> OTHER

Family: Raised by a human father (Diar) and orc mother (Teshka) alongside her nine siblings. Six brothers, three sisters. She's the third youngest sibling.

Birthplace: Baldur's Gate

Job: Smith's apprentice → journeyman smith → soldier/navywoman → paladin novice → paladin

Phobias: Rats & mice

Guilty Pleasures: Overwrought poetry and violence (latter's on the guilty-guilty end of the spectrum)

Hobbies: Tinkering, blacksmithing, woodworking, coming up with bad jokes, rope & restraints, and she dabbles in poetry (she's not great at it)

-> MORALS

Alignment: Chaotic Good → Neutral → Neutral Good, if I had to try to put her into alignments

Sins: Fury, martyr complex

Virtues: Compassion, forgiveness, determination

-> THIS OR THAT

Introverted/Ambivert/Extrovert

Organized/Disorganized

Close-minded/Open-minded

Calm/Anxious/Restless

Disagreeable/In-Between/Agreeable

Patient/In-Between/Impatient

Outspoken/In-Between/Reserved

Leader/Follower/Flexible

Empathetic/In-between/Apathetic

Optimist/Realist/Pessimist

Traditional/In-Between/Modern

Hard-working/Lazy

-> RELATIONSHIPS

OTP: Asheera/Shadowheart. The girls are always bouncing around in my head like billiard balls at high velocity.

Acceptable Ships: I've mentally tinkered with Asheera/Karlach before.

OT3: None. I'm sorry, Asheera/Nocturne/Shadowheart truthers.

BroTP: Asheera & Karlach. Runner-up would be Asheera & Wyll, but Shadowheart & Wyll is the Wyll brotp in my fics. I can't take that from them.

NoTP: Other than the ones that she would just never be into for sexuality reasons? Not any off the top of my head because I don't really ship her with other companions. That said, I'm not your mom. Do whatever you want in your own mind.

No stress tagging: @askweisswolf @bonechillen @tacticalgrandma @oldlight117 @strugglingcomet2 and anyone else that didn't get tagged but wants to do it.

[callmelyrus]

Departure

AN: This one is for @strugglingcomet2, who prompted me to write a kiss after a small rejection. Hope this hit the mark!

It was time for Tav to get back on the road again. There were many adventures to be had and people who needed her services. But she was stalling, as if she couldn’t make herself leave. Not just yet.

The heavy Cloister air had felt lighter, fresher in Shadowheart’s lungs for the past two days. It might’ve had something to do with the beautiful bard who had kept her company. And what magnificent company it had been! Hours upon hours of feasting on each other’s bodies, making up for lost time. Shadowheart’s knees felt wobbly as she reminisced over the time they’d spent in her bedchamber this time around. Not that she’d ever let Tav see her being affected so. She didn’t need any more encouragement.

Shadowheart knew these visits meant much more to Tav than pleasures of the flesh. For Shadowheart, it was much simpler. The Lady of Loss commanded all of her devotion. As such, Tav was a welcome distraction from her duties, but nothing more. She couldn’t be more.

But deep within her, she felt a pang of anguish, knowing it was Tav’s time to leave again. Knowing that she would spend the next months wondering when Tav would darken the doorstep of the Cloister of Sombre Embrace again. What wouldn’t she do for just one more day? No. She couldn’t afford such wishes. She already had a lot of repentance to do after dismissing her duties as Mother Superior for the short duration of Tav’s visit.

Tav fastened one more buckle on her travel clothes, her back turned towards Shadowheart. Shadowheart watched Tav’s brown hair cascade down her back in soft waves as she straightened her clothes and double-checked that her daggers were securely sheathed on the belt around her waist. Finally, Tav turned around, her brown eyes glowing in the light of the lanterns that adorned the chamber walls. There was that same warmth in them that Shadowheart remembered from their adventure together. The kind that had almost made Shadowheart forget herself.

Shadowheart was swept into a memory from the Shadowfell. Her Lady’s voice had commanded her to strike the Moonbitch’s daughter with her spear. She’d made the mistake of glancing at Tav, who’d looked back at her with such emotion in her eyes that, for a fleeting moment, Shadowheart had considered just throwing the spear into the abyss and embracing the bard, vowing to never let her go again. But she’d made the choice to devote herself to the Dark Lady. And so, she could never return the gaze that now pierced Shadowheart’s soul with its bittersweetness.

”So… I’m off, then,” Tav said. Her relaxed tone of voice had a forced edge that she couldn’t quite conceal.

”Where will your travels take you this time?” Shadowheart asked, taking a few steps towards Tav, intent on walking with her to the chamber door. There was an ulterior motive to her question; knowing where Tav was headed could give her an inkling of when she might see Tav next.

Tav shrugged. ”Who knows? I’ll try to visit Gale in Waterdeep for starters. After that, I’ll go wherever the muses take me,” she replied, still making no real move to leave.

”Send my regards to Gale,” Shadowheart said courteously.

Tav nodded. ”Of course,” she promised.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them, neither quite knowing what to say next. One would’ve thought they’d have developed a routine by now. But each time felt different. Like each time Tav had to leave gashed a deeper wound within Shadowheart’s chest, a wound she knew Tav also bore.

And Tav was free to show it.

”I don’t know when I’ll see you again, Shadowheart,” Tav muttered, looking at Shadowheart from under her lashes. She took a step away from the door, closer to Shadowheart.

”Whenever you wish to return, I’ll be here. My Lady’s work is never complete,” Shadowheart said solemnly.

Tav took more steps towards Shadowheart. This was it. The final moment of their bodies pressing together. Shadowheart held her arms open only to wrap them tightly around Tav. Tav’s arms snaked around Shadowheart’s waist, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the black fabric of Shadowheart’s dress. There was a certain desperation in how Tav clung to Shadowheart, as if this might’ve been the last chance they had to be together.

Shadowheart took a step back and released Tav from her embrace.

”Time to go, Tav,” she murmured. Without her encouragement, it seemed Tav was utterly unable to leave the Cloister this time.

”Shadowheart…” Tav trailed off. Shadowheart tensed. Why wasn’t she leaving? Why was she prolonging this for herself?

”Yes?” Shadowheart asked, anticipating a farewell.

”I love you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy, dangerous.

”Tav…” Shadowheart whispered, looking around as if someone might’ve been listening in the dark corners of the room.

”Shadowheart, I can’t leave it unsaid any longer. I told you once, but once isn’t enough when all I want is to take you with me, away from this place,” Tav interrupted, her voice laden with fervour.

Shadowheart hung her head in defeat. Why did Tav have to open her mouth? Why did she insist on forcing Shadowheart to be the bad guy?

”Tav, what are you doing?” Shadowheart’s voice grew desperate.

Tav’s eyes pooled with tears. ”I need you to know that you do have options,” she said quietly, her voice cracking.

”There are no options for me, Tav. As much as I’d like to, I can’t just leave this place. I have a duty to my Lady,” Shadowheart reminded her.

Tav raised an eyebrow. ”So you would like to leave, then?” she asked, tilting her head.

Shadowheart resisted the urge to clap her hand over her mouth. This was the exact thing she’d wanted to avoid, giving Tav hope. Shadowheart had to make her position clear.

”Please, don’t push it, Tav,” she pleaded. ”You know I can’t be what you need me to be.”

”What I need you to be is just you, Shadowheart. Because I lo—”

”Tav!” Shadowheart snapped, interrupting her from saying it again. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes. She couldn’t bear seeing the look on Tav’s face as she continued: ”You know I adore our time together. But that’s as much as I’m allowed to say. This is how it must be.”

”But I—”

”Don’t!” Shadowheart put her hand up to stop Tav from taking this any further. ”Don’t push it. I can’t…” she trailed off. Tav was too close to unleashing something irrevocable. Shadowheart simply couldn’t let her carry on with this.

Tav hung her head, staring at Shadowheart’s feet. ”I know,” she stated flatly.

Shadowheart’s stomach twisted with guilt as Tav stood there, defeated. As much as Lady Shar commanded her life, Shadowheart ached as she watched Tav struggle with the feelings Shadowheart would never be allowed to return. Unable to take it any longer, Shadowheart reached her hand out to grasp Tav’s and leaned in to place a tender kiss on Tav’s forehead. As she inhaled the sweet scent of Tav’s hair through her nose, she had to close her eyes tightly to fight a burn that threatened to let loose a stream of tears.

Shadowheart let go of Tav, who finally turned around and walked towards the chamber door. Shadowheart followed her, a few steps behind, not ready to let her out of her sight until she absolutely must.

One last glance behind her over her shoulder, the look in Tav’s eyes begging for Shadowheart to say anything at all. But she couldn’t. There was nothing she could say that wouldn’t be a lie. As much as Shadowheart’s entire being was screaming for Tav to return to her arms, it would be for nothing. Under the Lady of Loss, in the end, there would only ever be nothing. Silently, Shadowheart prepared to embrace the loss of Tav’s company.

Tav turned her head away from Shadowheart and reached for the door handle. In an instant, Shadowheart couldn’t pretend any longer. Penance will come later, Shadowheart thought and grabbed Tav’s wrist tightly, pulling her away from the door. Tav spun around to face Shadowheart, breathing heavily from surprise. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted as she stared into Shadowheart’s eyes, a new sparkle in her deep brown orbs.

”Don’t go,” Shadowheart whispered, pulling Tav back into her arms, where she knew Tav belonged. She’d given everything else to the Dark Lady. This one thing Shadowheart wanted to keep. Just for a little longer.

[random-introverted-blog]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love!

Oh man, my five favorites of my own fics? Is this because you know I struggle to accept that my work is (so I've been told) good? Um... Uh... Well, I of course am very proud of His Star-His Queen (Astarion) so far. Need to tidy up my outline and all that, but I think the story is pretty solid for how it started. I've decided making a full story from a one-shot is, for me, a very bad idea but lesson learned 😅 Beyond that, the popularity it seems to have? I found a mention awhile ago that somebody was recommended the story from tiktok?? I didn't even know that was possible. And another person told me they were just looking for obsessive tagged stories and discovered Astarion/BG3 from it??? Hard not to feel a special way with those kinds of compliments and comments! Tumblr link to the chapter index is Here. I still think fondly of Deny Me Not Your Heart (Shadowheart) a little more lately. It's the one most Shadowheart readers tell me was their first story of hers, or mine, or both that they've read. Tumblr link is Here. Flickers of Loss (Shadowheart) will always hold a special place in my heart that nothing can replace. In my opinion, the world-building and the backstory that would have come out could very easily have been inserted into existing DnD lore. Though I wish I took more care in cleaning the narrative. Maybe someday. Tumblr link is Here but be aware that the final two chapters have not been cross-posted here yet. The full story for now is only on AO3.

I did help write Seed of Darkness (Shadowheart) with Shadowfallen and I'm proud of that one, too. Wrote Shadowheart mostly in that one and that may be one of my favorite versions of her I've written. She did the rest of the amazing work of making it cohesive and enjoyable. Tumblr link Here. ❤️ I'm proud of me. Proud of us 🥹 And last but not least I do find pride in my most recent Astarion one-shot, What You Really Meant. Hasn't been cross-posted to AO3 yet. Wow, alright, I managed to find 5! I pass the torch to these wonderfully talented and writer friends of mine! @cylinderarts @strugglingcomet2 @oldlight117 @callmelyrus @fogno Some of you might not have five just yet, but that's okay, I think. Maybe share a favorite scene or line you've written in place of a fic?

If I didn't mention you as my five, I promise it's nothing personal. All the love for your work and your faces 😘 KEEP IT GOING I WANT TO SEE THIS SPREAD ALL OVER TUMBLR 👏👏👏

[eldritchelfwriter]

Can we get a snippet of Wolfheart part 2 please? ☺️

@nisalsaa asked: Wolfheart pt. 2 ! Kat my beloved

@strugglingcomet2 asked: OooooooOooooOOOOO Wolfheart2 !!

I suppose I can give a little snippet 👀 This is how part 2 begins.

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“You have to eat,” Shadowheart says briskly, using every ounce of her Sharran-honed self-control to keep her writhing emotions locked beneath the surface to project a calm she does not feel.

A bandage has been wrapped around Kat’s head, covering her eyes, and the ranger sits slumped against a pillar, barely responsive.

Halsin had carried her out of the forge and back to their camp in the Sharran temple, and then after some awkward standing around, everyone scattered to dwell in their own thoughts or have whispered conferences in distant corners, leaving Shadowheart to watch over their leader … or the woman who was their leader, because how can Kat still lead them now?

And what will happen to their group without Kat keeping them together? This is a brand new worry Shadowheart had never imagined they would have to think about, not while Kat was at the helm smoothing tensions over, keeping them focused and moving forward.

Kat has been the only one of them who made any real effort to forge bonds beyond the strained cordiality from their shared predicament. Somehow, she managed to pull their disparate together and even co-operating despite personality clashes and the ever-threatening hopelessness of it all.

Whoever leads next will have big shoes to fill, but fill them they must for their tadpole problem has not become any less urgent.

[oldlight117]

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

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

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

3. Scorpion Ranch, Santa Cruz

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

5. Union Station

6. Rainy morning mountain bike ride

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

[robinyourcreator]

Smunday Smippet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shamelessinfodumper]

Last Line Meme

Thanks for the tag, @oldlight117. Here's the last line I've written: (WIP- Share a bottle with me? Modern Shadowheart/Tav AU)

Then, with a wry smile Tav couldn’t see, she added—

"Try not to look so tense. You’re about to taste some of the finest things this place—and Shadowheart—has to offer."

Tagging: @callmelyrus @knightdelt @robinyourcreator @bone-chillen @strugglingcomet2 and @marlfox1017

[knightdelt]

Seven Deadly Sins: OC Tag Game

Thank you @eliteseven for tagging! <3

No Pressure tags to @strugglingcomet2, @shadowfalllen, @bonechillen :)

This was a good oppurtunity to think further about (and introduce to this blog) Esmeray Kenafin, the drow Paladin of Selune who leads, beside Shadowheart's side, the very long-fic I'm writing!

Prologue chapter this week (maybe (I hope lol))

Rules: Highlight each thing that applies to your OC.

OC: Esmeray Kenafin

LUST. desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY. indulgence in experiences. savouring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY. motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED. resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH. calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

WRATH. assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanor. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

PRIDE. confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership

[future-ghoost]

OTP Vibes Game

I got tagged in a OC Vibes game by @galluslonging, and it hit me - why don't we do an OTP vibes thing? So here it is:

Rules: Post some pictures of your OTP and their vibes, some info, and a song that fits their vibe. That's it. Edit as you please.

I want to start a thing so I'm going to low pressure tag: @strugglingcomet2,, @galluslonging, @fogno, @eldritchelfwriter, @shadowfalllen, @knightorchids, @swamp-jello, @bloodydifficult, @aviolentemotion40, @rook-laidir, @neveschampion, @just-linkr, @biowaredisasterbisexual, @knightdelt, @callmelyrus

OTP: NevexRook

Dynamic: Golden Retriever x Black Cat

Fate: Soulmates / Endgame

Songs:

Hurts Like Hell (Hands Like Houses)

Telomeres (Sleep Token)

Death of Me (Pvris)

Surrender - Trional Remix (Cash Cash, Tritonal)

Tennessee Whiskey (Austin Giorgio)

Trouble - Camylio

Vibes:

[bonechillen]

I got tagged in a OTP vibes game by @shadowfalllen and also @eldritchelfwriter - thanks for the tag!

Rules: Post some pictures of your OTP and their vibes, some info, and a song(s) that fits their vibe. That's it. Edit as you please.

Here's some low pressure tags: @oldlight117 @strugglingcomet2 @shamelessinfodumper @shadowhaert @grenanigans @optiwashere

OTP: Juno Tavlin (Tav OC BG3) x Shadowheart

Dynamic: Enemies to Lovers / "Aren't in Love"

Fate: Twin Flames

Playlist

Tarot Spread: The Tower, Three of Swords, Judgement.

Vibes:

[shadowfalllen]

WIP Snippet

I guess this is WIP Wednesday now 😄 Thank you for the tag @oldlight117

I guess I should say as a content warning that this is a snippet of my version of the Nightfall Ritual DJ romance scene. It is over as soon as it started. Tav stands frozen and stares at the blood on her hand, the proof of the defilement she just took part in. She has never pledged allegiance to any gods, never seen the point—life is miserable enough without bowing to divine forces. But she has also never actively blasphemed any gods or committed acts of sacrilege. This is her first, and she feels sick.

“Selûne, forgive me,” Tav whispers.

“Forget that moonbitch!” Shadowheart snaps, her eyes flashing in anger. But it’s gone as soon as it came, and the tranquil smile is back on her face. “Let us continue the ritual. It is time for the feast… but I’m afraid I forgot to bring any food.” She raises one of her eyebrows suggestively, her words dripping with promises of carnal relief.

Tav swallows hard. “This is wrong.”

Shadowheart’s lips curve into a dark smile. “That’s what makes it so good.” Her voice is so low it does something to Tav—it ignites that familiar flame in her.

Before Tav even realizes what’s going on, she’s pulling Shadowheart into a kiss. Maybe, if she kissed her deeply enough, she’d wake up from this nightmare. Maybe none of it would have happened. 

No Gauntlet. No Shadowfell. No House of Grief. 

Maybe she’d see those vulnerable eyes again—the woman hidden beneath all the darkness and duty.

She pours all of her love and desperation into the kiss, but Shadowheart suddenly pulls away and keeps her at arm’s length. Darkened eyes bore into Tav’s.

“Stop being so gentle.” It is a command, not a request.

Without warning, Shadowheart pushes Tav away from her hard enough that she loses her balance and ends up on her back on the ground. Before she has time to protest, Shadowheart is crawling over her, settling to straddle Tav’s waist. The familiar heat presses against Tav’s torso, fanning the flames of her desire.

Shadowheart grips Tav’s shoulders and pins her to the ground. Tav gasps at the sudden roughness—but the moment Shadowheart claims her lips in a searing kiss, everything else dissolves. Her tongue explores with ravenous intent, teeth tug at the rogue’s lips like they want to leave a mark. It feels like the Dark Justiciar is trying to brand herself into Tav’s flesh.

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…desperately for sharran tav and shads

It's here! Please enjoy, @strugglingcomet2

We Can Find a Way

You kneel beside Shadowheart at the steps into the Shadowfell. It’s true what she said, only by your Lady Shar’s grace that you made it this far. Here in her sacred Gauntlet will all your dreams be realized. Together you have passed the trials, you will rise as Dark Justiciars.

You spare a glance at Shadowheart. She is resplendent in her Justiciar armor, the very picture of an elite Sharran. This armor was waiting in the secret chamber with the helmet and the spear. The beautiful dark magic roiling off the spear told you this was a weapon for Shar’s Chosen and no one else. You urged her to take it, wield it in your Lady’s name.

All your suspicions are proving out. Shadowheart is destined for a grand purpose. All she endured throughout the years you’ve known her drove her to this moment. You witnessed all of Viconia’s cruel methods, the relentless training and the repeated erasure at the Mirror. Would she have ever allowed Shadowheart this honor? Do you owe thanks to mind flayers that your friend and lover finally has the chance to claim her reward?

You force your attention back to your prayers. Your Justiciar half plate is uncomfortable, but it is the best you could manage from scavenged pieces. It is not the pristine set Shadowheart dons but a patchwork gathered from the Grymforge to these halls of the Gauntlet. You completed the set with an undamaged helmet and scimitar after giving Lyrthindor his final rest. In the end he found you both worthy.

“Nightsinger, hear my prayers. Thank you, my Lady, for guiding me to your sacred crucible so I might prove my worthiness to you. I have heard your call and protected your Chosen. I only wish to serve. What do you require of me now?”

“You have done well, Sabine Darklighter. You have stayed faithful to me and my Chosen. One final test awaits her. Remain steadfast in your duty to me and to her. Continue to guide her on her path.”

“As you say, my Lady.”

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You kneel at the entrance to the Shadowfell. The depths of these waters do not frighten you. You will gladly step into them, into your Lady’s embrace. But first, you must pray. Only by your Lady Shar’s grace did you make it this far. Your companions will wait behind you.

You feel the reassuring presence of Sabine beside you. She is Shar’s guidance in the flesh. Would you have gotten this far without her? The Dark Lady would have found a way for you, but you are grateful for her. You’ve traveled together for several tendays now. The letter written in your own hand urged you to trust Sabine. You are glad you did. Your bond is strong. 

This friend, now lover, has passed the trials and is ready to become a Dark Justiciar with you. Why she insisted you take the spear and pristine armor still confuses you. You are simply grateful to be deemed worthy of the opportunity to prove yourself. This talk of the Mother Superior’s plans and training, that you are the Chosen of Shar, will overwhelm you if you dwell too long on it. You only wish to serve.

“Dark Lady, hear my prayers. Thank you, my Lady, for guiding me to your sacred crucible so I might prove my worthiness to you. I have heard your call. I only wish to serve. What do you require of me now?”

“You have done well, my Shadowheart. You have passed my trials. One final sacrifice awaits in my domain. Enter the Shadowfell. Take my spear, step forward, and strike down the Selûnite. Warm my blade with moon-crazed blood. Rise a Dark Justiciar and my Chosen.”

“As you command, Nightsinger.”

You rise and Sabine follows. You take her hand. “This is the final step.”

She smiles. “Yes, the final step. Together?”

You are suddenly overcome by a feeling of sadness, loss. “Everything will change - between us.”

She frowns. “Yes and no. I know all too well what our Lady demands of us. We’ve walked that line for years. But it all feels different now, doesn’t it? We’re closer than we ever were in the cloister. Outside that influence, my feelings for you… are much deeper.”

You grip her hand tighter. “I know. I feel the same for you. But this is our path to follow. We have our duty.”

Staring into those black Drowic eyes, you feel a stirring. You don’t want to give her up. Her eyes tell you the same. “Maybe there’s a way we can stay together, some interpretation of her will…” You trail off. You’re on the cusp of your destiny, you can’t think like this.

Sabine nods. “Yes, we can find a way.” 

Her hand caresses your cheek. It’s so warm and comforting. You lean into it. Your hand grasps her collar, and you pull her into a kiss. This kiss can’t possibly hold all you feel for her, but you try. She needs to know how much you cherish her.

She breaks the kiss, breathless. “I will be by your side. I can’t say the words I want to…”

You kiss her again. “I know.”

Sabine clears her throat. “I will always be what our Lady and you need me to be.”

Hand in hand, you descend the steps into the Shadowfell and your future.

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About the blog [NEW] | His Star - His Queen Tumblr index + Masterlist to my other work

BLOG NAME CHANGE - THIS USED TO BE WHY-NO-SHADOWHEART-YANDERE - WE ARE NOW RANDOM INTROVERTED BLOG

If you're just looking for links to my work, they are below. If you'd like to know more about the blog, you can find that below the links. Flickers of Loss is a Shadowheart Yandere story where Selunite!Shadowheart and DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart fight over Tav. I don't own the concept, feel free to write your own story like it. All I ask is you don't straight rip from FoL.

The Masterlist

His Star - His Queen on AO3

His Star - His Queen on Tumblr

My AO3 - A Random Introvert

I feel like we've outgrown the old one, so I'm creating a new one. When I started, I didn't expect us to take off as much as we have and the old one is sort of messy with the edits I've made as we've grown. I'll still link it - Here. For those who want to see it.

So, what is this blog? It started as a place I'd post my memes and opinions and other related stuff I felt like sharing. With the start of posting my writing, it has become a hub for me to keep my... fans? Do I have fans? Up to date on where I am with the next update. Also, I love interacting and engaging with people reading my work. Also also, I like making memes.

To summarize what I do here.

Post updates and teasers for my work. Primarily now His Star - His Queen (HS-HQ). Maybe Shadowheart again someday.

Cross post my work between here and AO3.

Post memes

Answer asks and interact with whoever decides to pop into my inbox (for real this time)

Bonus: I reblog, love and support my favorite people that I can remember the tumblr handles for (I'm bad with names alright?) @cylinderarts @strugglingcomet2 @shadowfalllen @oldlight117 @callmelyrus. Shadowfallen is the mastermind behind the YouTube channel linked Here Shadowheart centric YouTube channel. If you need a writing resource/library of Shadowheart dialogue and scenes, absolutely check her out. Very thorough and well edited.

I enjoy both Astarion and Shadowheart pretty equally at this point, and I enjoy yandere/dark stories, and I of course, enjoy Dark Justiciar/Mother Superior Shadowheart and feel she could be explored more by the fandom. But I also understand exploring that route is incredibly rough... Which is why I say the fandom could invest more into her and make it less rough.

That said, as of 3/30/25 I am not actively working on any publicly accessible Shadowheart stories. I absolutely encourage you to check out any of the names I've mentioned above for Shadowheart fanfiction. Shadowfallen and Comet are writing DJ!Shadowheart stories if you are looking for that specifically (I know it's not easy to find). You are more than welcome to ask or discuss with me though, I still love her character. Shadowfallen and Comet are very friendly, very approachable, Shadowfallen is the smut queen herself (fight me I dare you) and both are very lovely. I highly recommend you check them both out! Either for Dark Justiciar Shadowheart content or Shadowheart content in general.

Ascended Astarion has been explored to hell and back, but I personally feel like a lot of what is written of him has been regurgitated and done over and over with few differences. But I also enjoy and simp Spawn Astarion more. Doesn't mean I'm against Ascended at all.

All in all, this blog remains No Judgement - No Shame. So long as we all respect that what is for you may not be for others/me.

Alright, I think we've about said everything that needs to be said. Thanks for checking out the blog! My asks are always open, even if it takes me a day or so to respond! Hope you enjoy your stay!