#even if tempest ish

[blupengu]

Much respect to the VA for this line 😂

[capriblue]

A while ago I finished Even If Tempest! So here are my favorites uwu

Looking forward for the sequel releasing in October I think 🤔

[meebochii]

[my-current-obsession]

Me, delusional, foaming at the mouth:

ISH ROUTE??? POTENTIAL ISH ROUTE? PLEASE?

[wlwraptor]

The moment in Zenn’s route where they confronted Ish made me think of that one iconic Anne Hathaway image, and I just knew I had to redraw it with these three

[rierru]

Witch of Ruin

#テンペスト魔女 #EvenIfTempest

[dazedogdraws]

So I recently bought Wildermyth, fell in love and immediately went on to mod some Even if Tempest characters into it. This was a lot of work. 16/17 expressions plus wrinkle layers for Tyril and Crius (Ish doesn't get them and neither does my original character who I'll post too)

Ish even got an optional hat.

My arm still isn't up to bigger projects, but I really wanted to get back to doing a little (and we'll see if my arm agrees)

I've edited hair (bless other modders, Crius' hair and Ish's hair edit are from mods while I edited a base game head to fit Crius a bit better, same as with hair edited to look like Tyril's)

Bonus:

[atikal]

even if tempest epilogue spoilers

please please please please please give him a route in the fandisc please he's so pathetic i love him

[the12thnightproject]

Wait... what? The Witch of Ruin is...

Y-Y-Yukimura... is that you?

[sexysilverstrider]

LMAOOOOOO

[blupengu]

[jejecchi]

HIS NECK....... HES FULL-FLEDGED MEMBRUM NOW.................

[meebochii]

Poor Ish can never catch a break 😂

[nyrandrea]

Hi! I’m the person who asked about a FAQ, I think this should linger in your boundaries but please feel free to discard it if it makes you uncomfortable! May I request Astarion with a gender neutral reader who’s interested in being intimate, but only wants to do something for him and has no interest in the favor being returned? I’m not sure if that counts as heavy smut so please let me know if it does! I just love the idea of Astarion being spoiled by someone who only cares about his pleasure and enjoyment. Can be early or late relationship!

Heyy so this probably isn't exactly what you had in mind but writing smut isn't quite my forte (I compensated with lots of cuddling) I hope you still like it though! Takes place during early-ish relationship.

TW for light smut and descriptions of blood drinking

Word Count: 1.2k

Enjoy!

xxx

In the soft, dim glow of the bedroom, the world outside faded into obscurity. With a gentle sigh, you nestled into Astarion's arms, finding solace in the coolness of his embrace. Your bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, a perfect, seamless connection. 

As you lay there, the world felt still, and time itself seemed to slow down. Your head rested on his chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing as his fingers traced soft, delicate patterns on your back. 

Outside, raindrops tapped lightly on the window, a soothing background melody to their own as a soft, golden halo of moonlight bathed the room in its tender glow. 

“You’re still awake,” Astarion said, turning his head lazily towards you. “You should sleep, dawn is nearly upon us.” 

“’I’m trying,” you replied. “Can’t stop thinking.” 

“About...?” 

“Just... everything.” 

Your heart was heavy, burdened with the weight of your fears, like a fragile porcelain vase teetering on the edge of a precipice. You yearned to reach out, to open the floodgates of your apprehensions, but the words remained captive within you. 

Beside you, Astarion’s eyes reflected the flickering candlelight, seemingly oblivious to the tempest raging within you until he extended his hand, fingers brushing against yours, and in that touch, you found solace, his unwavering support evident without uttering a single word.  

It was almost like he could feel your heartache, your inner turmoil, and he was there, ready to bear the weight with you. 

But for now, the words eluded you, trapped behind the dam of your own apprehensions. 

“Then how about...,” Astarions hand tilted your head towards him. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as his slender fingers brushed along your cheekbone until they reached the tip of your chin. “I provide a distraction...?” 

He had that devilish smile that made your heart flutter, and it played on his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath barely brushing against your ear, and whispered words that sent tingles down your neck, “Let me ease your stress, even if only for a moment.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, and your cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as you tried to maintain composure.  

Suddenly a grimace formed on his face as he pulled back and pinched the bridge of his nose. A surge of panic jabbed through your gut as you scrambled to sit up.  

“What’s wrong?”  

“Sorry,” Astarion said quickly. “Just a little dizzy, that’s all.” 

“When was the last time you ate something?” you asked. 

“If I was to hazard a guess, nearly two-hundred years ago now,” Astarion replied, smirking at the dry look you gave him. “I remember my last meal vividly: sea bass in a garlic and vegetable broth, it was... exquisite.” 

The sharpness of his grin dulled a bit, and his eyes glazed over. You put a hand on his shoulder to bring him back. 

“When was the last time you had any blood?” you specified. 

“Five... days ago, I think.” 

You almost slapped yourself. Of course it had been that long. Because you had decided it would be best for the team to stay at an inn for a few extra nights to allow everyone a proper rest. But that meant no fighting, which meant no bodies for Astarion to feed on.  

There weren’t even any wild animals within the vicinity of the inn, unless you counted the stray cat that wandered about. You had noticed Astarion making a fuss of the little fellow a few times; he had something of a soft spot for felines. 

You instantly drew back the collar of your shirt, exposing your neck. “Here.” 

Astarion smiled softly. “I’m touched, darling, but I’m not going to keel over anytime soon. Besides...” 

He cupped your face and smiled seductively. “We have other needs that must be attended to...” 

“What? No,” you pull back and offer your neck again. “You must be starving.” 

“Well, I... suppose I am a little hungry but...,” Astarion pauses, his eyes darting over you as if he was panicking. “Y-you mean you don’t want to...?” 

“I want to,” you reassure. “But you’re hungry, and your needs come before anything else, you... do know that, don’t you?” 

For once, he was the one who looked flustered instead of you; his nostrils flared, and his fingers dug into the bed sheets. But it was only a brief reaction as his suave collectedness soon took back over. 

“Well then, only if you insist,” Astarion conceded. “But I see no reason why we can’t mix business and pleasure together, hmm?” 

You trembled slightly as elongated fangs glinted like polished ivory as Astarion lowered his head towards your neck. Time seemed to slow, and every heartbeat echoed in the stillness of the night. 

The first brush of his lips sent shivers down your spine, an icy caress that teased of what was to come. Then, in a moment of exquisite agony and ecstasy, his fangs punctured the skin, drawing forth your blood. Your silent gasp was all the permission he needed to keep going. 

As Astarion drank, your blood pumped wildly and flowed freely, a macabre symphony of lust and sustenance. The world spun in a vortex of pleasure and pain, your bodies intermingling in a dance as ancient as time itself. It was a union of predator and prey, of darkness and light. 

His eyes glowed with an unholy hunger, the elixir of your life invigorating them, granting vitality. And as the last drop was savoured, your strength waned, the world dimming like a fading ember. Astarion watched you with a tender concern etched across his face as he wiped the blood that trickled from his lips. 

“I... thank you,” he said. “I suppose you were right; I really did need to feed, more than I thought.” 

“It’s okay,” you smiled sleepily. “Just ask me, next time, alright...? I’ll always... help you out...” 

He smiles down at you and brushes a stray hair behind your ear. “Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” 

With a voice as soft as a whispered secret, he murmured words of comfort, like a sweet melody designed solely for your ears and gently wrapped his arms around you. His touch was like a soothing balm, calming the storm within you. 

You nestled in the crook of his arms as your eyelids, heavy with the weight of drowsiness, began their slow descent. 

Astarion pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, a gesture of reassurance, and held you just a little tighter, as if to shield you from the weariness that threatened to consume you. In his arms, you found the strength to let go, to release the weight of the day and surrender to the tranquillity of his presence. 

“Sleep, my dearest,” Astarion said. “I’ve got you.” 

With a contented sigh, you surrendered to the tender embrace of sleep, your dreams woven with the threads of your shared affection and the promise of a new day together.  

In that sacred space, surrounded by the quietude of the night, you found comfort in each other’s presence, knowing that, as long as you held one another, the world could wait for dawn. 

xxx

Links to my other Astarion works

Everything's Fine

Restless

Request - Astarion kills everyone in his path to get to you

Request - Astarion tries to save you from kidnappers

Request - Astarion helps you to see that you're beautiful

Request - Astarion gets kidnapped

(think I might need to start getting a masterlist together at some point lol)

[rierru]

even if TEMPEST

I finally finished coloring everyone !🤣 I really enjoyed this game 🤣💕also made another version and turned it into a video for fun ! You’ll get it if you’ve played it 🤣. I can now work on something else 😂.

#eveniftempest

[bonefall]

Any thoughts on Pebblefoot (Minnowtail's brother)? I had an AU with him when I was 16-ish and I've been weirdly attached to that little nobody ever since

Not too many, he's open to suggestions if he's your blorbo. Here's the downlow on BB!Pebblefoot at the moment though;

One of the VERY first episodes of Po3 is the Shinewater Plague. It's pulled up from TNP, so there's more time to dedicate to the WindClan Civil War.

In coming to help RiverClan with the illness that breaks out as a result of the oilspill, Hollypaw realizes she isn't cut out for the life of a Cleric. She is grossed out by the details of sick cats, and finds herself "in her element" when she's leading and commanding, not caring and nurturing.

Patient Zero of the Shinewater Plague is, famously, Tumblekit. Pebblefoot and Minnowtail's sibling, who Minnow dared to drink the shiny poison.

Pebble unfortunately blames Minnow for this. I see him as kind of a hardass, but also, he's not TOTALLY wrong

He doesn't really like "fun" and has trust issues. A stickler for the rules because, well, he didn't follow the rules once and he lost a littermate and was horrifically sick for a week.

Minnowtail's strained relationship with her surviving brother, plus the guilt she feels for how Tumblekit died, is a contributing factor for why she ends up in the Dark Forest.

And it makes Mousewhisker more attractive to her. He doesn't hold grudges, he's super easygoing and is a little bit vain, in a funny way.

He loves looking like he's tough, liked to mention his mentor Iceheart, generally he thinks he's a coolguy! But he's actually LAME.

And that makes him endearing. Ok toughboy. I don't think toughboys spend 15 minutes adjusting their hair in the reflection of a lake.

Pebblefoot disapproves of this, if he finds out any of this before Mouse eventually joins RiverClan much, much later (probably BB!ASC)

He's not ESTRANGED from Minnowtail, just critical of her and strained. He thinks she makes awful choices and deserves to be confronted about them

Pebblefoot has the sort of personality that will be VERY useful in the Impostor's crusade in BB!TBC.

Funny enough, it's a very similar personality to his grandfather, Swansong. They're confident and kind of rude, but Pebble has different life experience that has caused him to have different political opinions.

His uncle and aunt, Stonestream and Willowshine, are less than a year older than he is. I feel like he's pretty close to Stonestream for some reason.

Pebble's mother Dawnflower claimed Queen’s Rights for her litter. Her mate has a little split in the fur at the end of his tail, which gave Minnow and Pebble a false "flipper"

He was probably a Tribe cat, or maybe a loner. Dawnflower isn't interested in anyone in RiverClan, and lived through TigerClan which has made her not entirely trust the "protection" of the Queen’s Rights.

So she probably didn't even know his name, honestly. Didn't WANT to know it.

Dawn has her family, but going through that situation, seeing her uncle get slaughtered in front of a cheering crowd, having your rebel leader die after refusing to snitch out everyone's names including yours and saving your life...

She's traumatized. Acts in emotional self-defense a lot.

Pebble and Minnow probably grew up very aware of that.

I'm not sure when Pebblefoot dies, but it's probably NOT going to be in the great big storm of BB!ThunderClan's Tempest. I have use for him.