#neverwinter bites 2??

[bitchesofostwick]

i literally have so many new (to me) games to play AND my birthday is next week and i asked for jedi survivor and starfield and now i’m going to go feral because i have too many games and not enough time to play them all

[teamoakills]

now that sparrow is a confirmed druid let me raise: Wild Shape Wolf Sparrow (a love wolf...FOR REAL!)

There are two ways I can see this ever playing out:

Being in a moment in which Sparrow attempts to convince or talk to Normal about something (most likely the Doodler, but it could be about another situation) the same way Henry did in Neverwinter...the context being him acting in a self-serving manner and trying to get Norm to see his point of view, or Sparrow just genuinely trying to make a connection with his son and meaning well. Either way, the original Love Wolf context is warped and removed from Henry's version in s1, as this is just Sparrow's interpretation of what it means after everything has happened. Him changing into wolf would be his way of trying to make compromise because it was the only thing that significantly stuck out to him as a kid: so surely his kid must be the same way! Kids looove dogs!

2. An inverse! Where Sparrow realizes he was wrong and instead goes Love Wolf mode as a way of siding with Normal and choosing love over the hate he and Lark have been sharing ever since the release of the Doodler. Sparrow can teach himself that it's okay to be loved without hiding parts of yourself in fear of what the world might do to you by using the magic he inherited from his father. And then he can start biting people again (but as a wolf this time. exactly what Henry would've wanted)

[faerievampling]

Killing Time Chapter 3: The Arrival

Link to Ao3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Female Spawn!Tav

Word count: 5.5k

Warning: 18+, Explicit. Vaginal fingering. PiV. Body Worship. Possessive behavior.

You and Astarion had relocated to a different palace since Lord Moth’s attack on the main palace. Astarion still needed time to prepare for your journey, so he kept the two of you tucked away in a small, quiet castle somewhere in Amn.

The castle was cold, dank, and ancient, so unlike the palace you and Astarion called home, which had been built just half a century ago and kept in most pristine order. 

I miss our home, too. This place is rancid. I wish we didn’t have to be here. Astarion reaches out to you, and you wonder if you’re distracting him from his work. 

I can’t help but dwell on your more unpleasant thoughts. Of course it distracted me. You should be home, not hiding from Moth. Astarion’s mind swirls with anger and jealousy at the very mention of Moth. He yearns to know your body. To take what I have amassed, you along with it.  

This was obvious, of course, and you worry Astarion is going to tangle his heart up again with his fears and regrets.

But here we are, my love, and we are with each other. Please don’t worry anymore, Astarion. You had been in the library, gorging on wine and erotic literature, and now you float to your creator, who highly anticipates your presence. 

You know how I feel. Moth will never have me. No force is powerful enough to separate us. 

On your way to Astarion’s office, you pass by several servants. Their hearts race at the sight of you and you think you dressed quite hauntingly beautiful today for this very reason. 

You wore a devastatingly low cut black dress. With no straps, it was a miracle your breasts stayed unexposed. The sleeves connected to the cut of the neck and were long and flowy; Bethild had told you it made you look ethereal. 

The dress had a deep slit on the side and the skirts danced around you, long enough to disturb one of the servants' own dresses, making the woman gasp at your closeness. 

Yes, even just the brush of your skirt could make mortals bend to you. This woman wants you, so badly it’s pathetic. She is nearly panting and the smell of her arousal fills your senses. You let yourself look at the servant, just a look, but she isn’t much to see. 

She looks like every other mortal to you, nowadays. 

As you open the door of Astarion’s study, his eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of you. Astarion is ready to worship your body, to get on his knees for you, if need be; his mind is reeling with the thought of pushing his face into your breasts, and you’re almost surprised at his excitement. 

This hadn’t been your intention, not entirely anyways. You had wanted to devastate the servants with your dark beauty, and you did want to hypnotize your husband with your body. But, most curiously, nearly all of your outfits that were taken from your palace to the castle were low cut, so it hadn’t been much of a choice. Of course, your husband was the culprit. 

He gives you a naughty smile, causing you to blush, but you can’t help but notice the exhaustion in his eyes. The stress, the worry, the fear. He’d been dealing with so much recently, and you knew it was wearing him down.

Come, Astarion. You dance along the folds of his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. Take a break. You’ve been in here all day. I’m getting hungry and I miss you. 

You smile as you wrap your arms around Astarion’s broad shoulders, bringing his head to rest on your supple breasts, as he’s still sitting in his armchair. You can already feel his emotions start to shift into something calmer, happier.

“I wish that I could, my love. There is just far too much to be done.” His voice is low, smooth, and you feel the pressure of his teeth and fangs as he gently bites the fat of your breast.

“One of the battalions from Neverwinter ate their horses, we were told,” He says with a laugh, because he simply thought it was amusing. “But, as I am the beloved ruler of many, I graciously signed off on increased resources and many other things I won’t bore you with, my darling.” 

You needn’t worry about these things, Tav. The fighting in Faerun won’t touch us, Astarion assured you. 

You really weren’t worried and hadn’t thought about it at all, so you knew that despite him addressing you, he really meant to say it to himself; that’s when it dawned on you that maybe you should be concerned about this…’war’.

“Fear not. Just let me handle everything, my sweet consort.” He mumbles to your breast. Our preparations are nearly ready, love. 

Parsing through his layers, Astarion is a man of many desires: above all, he is wishing he could gorge himself on your blood and your cunt, which you find to be no surprise. But beneath his more carnal desires, you catch a floating thought about the spawn army.

Shortly after Ascension, Astarion couldn’t stop talking about it. As he amassed power, keeping you right by his side through it all, the desire to create more spawn only grew. 

Of course, the logistics of it all kept Astarion from trying to talk you into it. Even the four spawn Astarion had now were hard to feed, and you couldn’t imagine having more. 

Dwelling on the spawn army brings you back to your earlier days of marriage. Astarion had been more lenient back then, letting you fuck and feed from whomever you wanted. 

“Do you miss it?” Astarion asks, his inquiry abrupt, having followed your train of thought. His intense ruby eyes peered up at you. 

Not really. I like the idea, certainly, but in practice, you weren’t happy with that. You give him a sweet smile, hoping it looks right on your muted, eternally youthful but ancient face.

I do like to fantasize, though, about us with another man or woman. As for the feeding, if it was up to me, I’d drink from you and only you forever.

Astarion nearly moans at your words. “Such a sweetheart,” he teases before moving his hand to the curve of your hip. You lean against Astarion’s desk as the moment gets hotter.

He’s drinking in your body like a starving man, and his hands roam to your thighs, your breasts, and he’s thinking about how much he adores you.

Yes , you think, now is certainly the best time to bring this up. “But maybe you could allow me to use my fangs in battle, like we used to,” You suggest, trying to seem as innocent as possible.

“I don’t intend on you getting that close to the fight, my love,” Astarion’s hands don’t stop roaming, but there is a firmness in his voice. 

“But?” You press as his hand begins to trail up the inside of your thigh and underneath your dress, where he is positively delighted to find you without panties. 

But, if the need arises, yes. Protect your life at all costs. Astarion’s hand has wandered between the folds of your cunt, which is already wet from his worship. 

His fingers slide along your seam, starting from your entrance and trailing your juices over your throbbing bundle of nerves at the top of your mound. 

“So eager,” He teases, which you find rather humorous because you both know he is the eager one. He smiles playfully into your breast before he begins to plant kisses along your skin. “Tell me, what do you like to imagine, when you think of us with another?”

You blush. You and Astarion both already know, and you’re reminded of your favorite conquest as you feel the tip of Astarion’s finger slide between the desperate walls of your cunt. 

You’re sucking him in, desperate for his contact, and he gives you an almost predatory smile.You can’t help but contract around him as he slides his knuckles deep inside.

But just as you are about to indulge with your husband in reminiscing on the memory of a lovely young man you once shared, you are interrupted by the alarm of a sending stone.

“Probably Lae’zel. I must take this.” Astarion murmurs, sighing heavily as he removes his finger from you, reluctantly releasing himself from your embrace. 

Before Astarion moves for the stone, he pats his thigh, urging you to sit. You smile with muted excitement as you sit on his lap, his hands trailing to the root of your hair to nuzzle you to his neck. 

Astarion can’t help but moan whenever your fangs slide into him. You can hear Lae’zel’s message in the background, but you are entirely lost in Astarion’s essence. 

You even feel the shift in his mood immediately, but you can’t break away from your transic hunger.

Astarion rubs your back, signaling to you that you've fed enough. Unlatching your fangs from him is difficult, seemingly only getting harder over the years. Once you’ve come back to yourself, Astarion thumbs your chin, bringing you into a deep kiss.

He’s savoring his own blood on your tongue, and your kisses turn sloppy as Astarion has you exactly where he wants you now: drunk on him and in his lap. 

But you can feel the edging of his anxiety at the border of his mind. He’s desperately trying to keep it at bay. You pull away from him, pressing your forehead against his to break those sweet, fervent kisses. 

Don’t stop, Tav. 

And so, you let his tongue slide between your lips as he takes his comfort in you. You hear the moan that escapes his sweet lips as the kiss deepens. You run the tips of your fingers from the back of his neck to the crown of his head, gently massaging his scalp.

“Gods,” You feel the vibration his words leave on your lips. “You complete me.”

***

Your arrival to the crèche was rather interesting, you thought. The crèche was hidden away amidst an enchanted forest located in the heart of Elysiuma, a strange continent largely untouched by civilization. 

Lae’zel had told Astarion the crèche was called the Crystalline Spire, known for its dazzling tower-like appearance. 

You and Astarion hadn’t yet had the pleasure of truly admiring the crèche, because the moment you walked through the portal Lae’zel had summoned, you were immediately met with swords to your throat. 

You grab Astarion’s wrist before he can react in violence; he opts to transform you both into a red mist.

Despite your shock, you can’t help but notice the diamond-like walls of the crèche, rough and jagged around the edges, but quite beautiful. 

You think it’s fitting for the Githyanki.

You had brought one servant and one of Astarion’s spawn with you; Cynthia, a hard-working human servant, yelped and dropped your luggage. You’d grumble at her if you weren’t in an incorporeal form. 

Astarion’s spawn, Ruth, was a half-elven adventurer who often acts as a bodyguard. Each one of Astarion’s spawn had purpose, and Ruth was just an absolute maniac on the battlefield. Ruth was simply awaiting orders once he stepped through the portal, ignoring the poor screaming servant next to him.

“Tskva. Stand down,” A familiar voice rings out, and you see Lae’zel part the crowd as the astonished gith soldiers lower their weapons. 

Astarion rematerializes your forms, his hand on the small of your back as he pulls you closer to him. “It’s good to see you too, Lae’zel. Now, tell me, why are your little green men pointing their sticks at me and my consort?”

The warriors are immediately ogling you, your form looking dutifully sinful in strappy and tight-fitted camp clothes. They had reminded you of what that Sharran cleric used to wear at camp, which you only know because of a memory that swims freely in your Master’s mind: Astarion remembers when Shadowheart came onto you at the tiefling party. He had been watching then, too.

Lae’zel clicks her tongue. “They won’t do so again.”

We’ll feast on them if they do , you think . Astarion agrees.

There is more prattle amongst the portal guards and Lae’zel, but you’re still adjusting to all the smells and heartbeats in the room to pay any attention. In court, you were often around mortals, just never this close to them, and certainly not around so many at once.

“We’re seriously allying with vampires?” One of the younger guards whispers to another warrior beside him. He thinks you can’t hear him. Foolish.

“Come, let us forget this and move on to most important matters,” Lae’zel turns around, beckoning you to follow. 

The crèche was no longer a hatchery, Lae’zel explains as she leads you through the dazzling, tunnel-like halls, but now a battle fortress, one hidden away from Vlaakith’s warriors. 

When she shows you your sleeping quarters, you and Astarion are both rather horrified. There was a queen size bed shoved in the corner and a set of bunk beds along the opposite wall. 

“This is what adventurers and heroes get, my consort. A shabby little room to share with the servants and spawn.” Astarion spats. “Let’s just move on.”

Lae’zel only glares at him before continuing her tour.

Astarion is now taking note of every secluded corner, every empty cranny, because the two of you are starting to realize that your tight schedule of feeding and fucking would be interrupted by this maze of a crèche, the hundreds of gith warriors flooding it, and the state of your shared quarters.

You begin to silently catalog today’s feedings in your head, suddenly anxious about your eating habits: you had fed on Astarion just this morning, right before stepping through the portal and before that, you had several goblets of intelligent blood. 

Twice. You fed on me twice. Astarion corrects you, his eyes flickering to you. You sense his frustration. Once just after you woke up and the other right before we stepped through.  

You sigh, your train of thought lost as Lae’zel is leading you into a large, elegant chamber filled with warriors in the most decadent of armor. The war room was covered in maps, invasion plans, and balance books. 

It took a lot to leave you and your beloved speechless. 

In the center of the room stood a rather tall, handsome Githyanki warrior; you could tell he was of the most high rank, as the jewels on his armor glimmered purple, and the crown on his head matching. 

The color of his skin reminded you of a freshly plucked peach, ripe for the taking. His hair was dark, black as a raven, and his piercing blue eyes fixated on you the moment you walked into the room, his heartbeat quickening at the sight of you. He gives Astarion a significant glance before turning back to you.

“The ‘True Hero of Baldur’s Gate’ has finally come at last?” His tone was mocking, his eyes sweeping over you, pausing at your hips and breasts before meeting your gaze once more. “The legends of her beauty do not lie. Nor do your own words, Lae’zel.” 

Astarion is humored by this, but he’s starting to become bothered by the gawking and the comments. Maybe the low-cut top is going out of style, darling.  

You can smell the flush in Lae’zel’s cheeks. You steel yourself, trying not to focus on all the heartbeats in the room. 

“I am Kith’rak Elan,” He turns to Astarion, who has a rather mean mug on his pretty face. “Oh, and ‘Astarion the Decadent’, don’t think I don’t recognize you, as well.” 

“A pleasure to meet you, Kith’rak. I’m certain my lovely wife appreciates the compliments.” Astarion nearly hisses, and the hand that was once on the small of your back is now gripping your hip. 

You and Lae’zel glance at each other knowingly. 

Everyone knows we’re married, Astarion. You poke at him. You couldn’t even remember how long you had been legally married. 

Astarion replies almost immediately. But not everyone cares, lover. In his mind’s eye, you see Lord Moth taking you, whispering to you. You then see a flicker of the hundreds of wedding rings Astarion saw long ago, before he ever met his lovely consort. But he doesn’t dwell on this thought long: he never does. 

One thousand, eight hundred and twenty two years. Our first honeymoon was in Tethyr.  

“A pleasure,” You nod your head, your voice low but steady. 

“Enough introductions,” Lae’zel commands, and the Kith’rak and Sarth’s begin to debrief you. 

You and Astarion are to train with Lae’zel and Elan before taking command of several Githyanki soldiers, essentially making you Sarth’s. Or something to that effect: the Kith’rak liked to talk, you noticed, and you tranced for a bit before Astarion snapped you out. 

“King Orpheus made an exception,” The words slither out of Elan’s mouth, the disgust on his face apparent. “But only in function alone.”

You stay as alert as you can while Elan drones on. You feel Astarion checking in on you frequently, like he’s scanning your thoughts for something specific.

What are you looking for? You ask him pointedly, your eyes happening to meet his own. His ear twitches, but he doesn’t respond to you.

Don’t be annoying. Just tell me. You poke again, agitated by the situation. Your hunger was creeping up on you due to the sheer amount of living beings around you.

A mote of melancholy kisses Astarion’s heart. He was only able to minimize your vampiric hunger, not fully free you from it. Over the years, you needed less blood to satiate, but you fed more frequently. 

Lae’zel steals your attention once the meeting adjourns, and she orders you and Astarion to the training area. 

“Although you will be focused on archery, Tav, at the insistence of your husband ,” Lae’zel spats, eyes darting over to your pale lover, “It would be ignorant and neglectful of me to not train you in hand to hand combat. Go on, then. Pick your weapon.” 

You look to Astarion; he had already said you could use your fangs in combat, so surely he was fine with this. 

Astarion clears his throat; he could stare a hole through her, you think. “Of course, old friend. I had already considered it.” 

You roll your eyes at Astarion’s violent thoughts, busy inspecting your weapon choice: in the training room, there were dozens of racks with various types of enchanted weapons. 

The great sword caught your eye, remembering how you used to wield one. It seemed too large, rather oafish, now. But you pick it up anyways, because it’s familiar. 

Upon grasping the sword, it takes almost no effort for you to wield; but it feels strange, like you’re too occupied, but you can’t exactly pinpoint the feeling.

Lae’zel and Astarion are looking at you curiously.

“Hm.” Astarion mumbles. 

“What?” Lae’zel asks.

“Maybe you should just try a few short swords and your fangs, my love.” Astarion purrs. It was almost as if he sensed your hesitation before you registered it, pinpointed the problem before you even knew what the problem was. 

The great sword simply felt wrong in your hands, as your most instinctual movement was more cat-like than what a sword would permit. Following Astarion’s suggestion, you free up your movement and take a more aggressive stance, fitting for your nature as a vampire bride.

“Tch. I’ve never known you to dual wield.” Lae’zel says, preparing her sword as the two of you begin to spar.

Astarion, watching you delightfully but carefully from the sidelines, is ready to intervene if Lae’zel takes it too far. Or gets too close to you, for my liking.  

Oh, please, husband. Control yourself. Lae’zel has charged at you, and you dodge her attack, your vampiric movement being too quick for her. 

“You are ignorant to think I haven’t changed in over two millennia,” You say, your words harsher than intended. Lae’zel’s mind was an open book, and you kept finding ample opportunity to creep your way in. 

The shadow of her Master… she’s now thinking about Cazador, and you violently push the thought away before you can truly register it in your mind.

“I’m sure your Master has trained you well, Tav,” Lae’zel taunts, bringing her sword down onto you, and you barely roll away. “Like a puppy.”

“Watch yourself,” Astarion begins, but you are far louder.

“He’s given me enough power to keep up with you,” You hiss as you catch her arm on your off-hand sword, creating a slice of crimson that begins to flow down her arm. It is deliciously hypnotizing…

“Now is the time to test yourself . Can you control your bloodlust, spawn ? Or will you succumb to your greatest weakness?”

You can’t look away. The smell of her sweat and musk has you remembering how she tasted: her lips, her cunt, and how tangy and delicious her blood must be…   

Astarion is twisted up, feeling some emotion between anger and panic. Not entirely because of your lust for Lae’zel: Astarion never chastised you for your thoughts. He knew it was action that mattered; but, that is not to say it didn’t make him jealous.

Oh, it certainly did. But his emotions are betraying him, and you catch a glimpse of something hidden, something he didn’t want you to know: he doesn’t think you can really control yourself. 

And you start to think he’s right. Before you realize, Lae’zel has you on your back on the ground, swords knocked out of your hands. 

“If only you had more self control. Instead, you husband babies you and let’s you suckle whenever you desire,” Lae’zel looks to Astarion, “You’ve raised a poor vampire.”  

Astarion silently agrees with her. “I didn’t create her to be a warrior, gith. I created her to be happy and safe, forever, by my side. She’s my wife, not my slave.”

“You say I have no self control, but I didn’t bite you,” You begin to argue, “I wanted to, and I’m thinking more about it now-” You grumble. 

“Darling,” Astarion chides.

“But you were overcome with your bloodlust. You spaced out for a second too long, and now, you’ve been defeated,” Lae’zel says, holding out a non-bleeding hand to help you up.

You accept, understanding Lae’zel is making a good point, despite your frustrations with Astarion. Part of you hoped your lusts for your ex-lover would upset him. 

Lae’zel drinks a healing potion, her wound healing up before your eyes. Pity.

“We will try to help you overcome this.” She says. 

“If you put me in front of enemies I can actually bite, I’m certain of my victory.” You say. 

“But can you keep yourself from getting lost in their blood? From what I recall, Astarion nearly drank you dry that night at camp.”

The memory sends you and Astarion both in a whirlwind; you remembered how desperate you were for him as he put his lips on your neck. He remembered how hard he had gotten, and how ashamed he had felt later about planting those first seeds of seduction.

It makes him think of the ‘before times’, about the warmth of your skin, about the beat of your heart, and the Ascendant is nearly shrouded in his self loathing: the feeling is so strong it nearly overcomes you, that burning from within scorching your very heart, the pain almost physical. 

It is shut away after a beat. The following moments are muted. 

You hesitate before you speak, “I was the first thinking creature he ever drank from. Things are quite different for me, Lae’zel. I drink intelligent blood every day.”

“It is something we will work on.” Astarion sounds dismissive, as if he’s already thought it over and come to a decision. 

You continue to spar with Lae’zel while Astarion focuses on his own training, largely ignoring you for the rest of the day.

The two of you were upset at each other. Astarion tried to ignore his jealousy of your lust for the woman, and you tried to battle out your anger at Astarion’s feelings towards you. 

After training all day, your fangs ache almost as bad as your stomach does: you needed to eat, and although your mind was often on Astarion’s blood, you knew you were starting to lose it a bit when you couldn't stop thinking about licking the sweat off his face, just to taste some of his body fluids.

“I must excuse myself,” You murmured to Lae’zel, doing your best not to stare at her neck. 

Despite his upset, of course, Astarion wouldn’t ever let you go wanting: Wait for me in our room. I’ll make sure our bunkmates give us our privacy, Astarion reaches out to you. It doesn’t make you feel much better, because the ache of hunger is hard to ignore.

Once you get to your quarters, the maid helps you bathe before you slink into bed, dismissing her; you order Ruth to stand at the doors and keep an eye on Cynthia, who has caught the notice of several of the warriors. 

Now, all there was to do was wait for Astarion. And despite your difficulties, you could be rather patient when you need to be.

To occupy yourself, you replay all the fights you could remember in your head before moving onto all the instances Astarion saw you fight: it was strange, watching your mortal self take so many blows. 

You had been a fighter, always on the front lines. So weak. So fragile , you think to yourself .  

Flicking through the memories, you watch as you are downed countless times, Astarion crying out for you in agony nearly every time. His memory of your heartbeat during these moments is substantially more vivid than the rest, and you can hear it in your own ears if you dwell on it for too long.

I wish I could have given you even more. Astarion’s thoughts mingle with your own. You can sense his physical closeness now. 

The door opens, silver curls peaking through.

But eternity with you was worth the cost, Tav. My love. “Don’t you agree, pet?” 

You can sense his discomfort at you parsing through some of his more painful memories. However, to your relief, he had decidedly chosen to forget your lusts for Lae’zel. You are mine. You always have been, and you always will be, Tav. You complete me. 

He must be feeling sentimental.

One of his more common thoughts is of whisking you back home, but he’s accepted the decision that was made.

“Yes, of course, my love,” You answer. Astarion quietly bathes himself, his eyes never leaving you, of course. 

Once he’s finally eased his way onto the shabby mattress, the two of you meld together, melting in each other's arms as if one being. 

Astarion doesn’t make you wait, letting you feed at his neck the moment he envelopes you in his warm embrace. His blood pulls you into a trance, as usual, and Astarion speaks pretty words in your ear as you sup on him. 

“My pretty little wife,” He speaks as he pulls you away, the world coming back to you as your senses sharpen. “Have you finally come back to me?”

“Yes,” You grumble, starting to further understand Lae’zel’s meaning. 

“You know, you are the second most powerful vampire in the world,” He says, bringing you closer as he idly rubs the length of his hardening cock on your stomach. 

Yet you so quickly agreed with Lae’zel. I slipped into her mind today, after she’d said that. She thinks I am diminished, weak; that I am hidden in your shadow.  

Astarion rolls onto his back, taking you with him.

You know those things aren’t true. Why pay them any mind? Astarion is undoing his trousers, cock springing free as his hands move between your thighs.

“Quickly now,” He says gruffly, a finger tugging on the band of your panties, pushing the crotch aside as he grasps his cock with the other hand, lining himself up with your entrance. 

You really think I'm a poor Master? That you are my creation, yet you are weak? Astarion directs at you as his swollen member probes you, swiping from your entrance to your nub, spreading your juices along your labia. 

“N-no, darling,” Is all you can mewl from above him as you feel his large tip probe your entrance, pushing between your tight walls. 

Your husband sinks into you slowly, his hands settling on your ass, eagerly grasping your panties as he pushes you down onto him; his slow, deliberate movements aren’t enough, and he needs your friction to meet him in the middle, taking all of you as he inserts the whole of his length in your tight core.

You cry above him, bringing up your nightgown to free your breasts, earning a moan from Astarion as he brings a hand between your legs.

You feel the pressure of his thumb on your throbbing, wet clit as he moves in a steady circular motion, causing you to clench around his cock in anticipation. 

I love you like this. So swollen, filled with my blood and my cock. “Mine,” Astarion whispers in your ear. 

Astarion is about to drink from you, and just as his fangs drag along your skin, inviting you in, he curses, sensing the rumbling approach of dozens of Githyanki men. 

Astarion rolls you over, kissing your lips gently as he parts from you, ignoring the lewd sounds and trailing juices as his cock pulls out of you. 

I don't want them to hear you. And what I want to do to you isn’t forgiving. “You wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, my consort.” This makes you whimper, desperate for more of him.

Can’t you feel Ruth’s growing impatience? He asks, and you nod, because you can feel it, you just didn’t know why he was bothering to ask, because you didn’t give a shit about how Ruth felt.

You wanted to fuck your husband, dammit. Were you not all powerful? All beautiful? Created this way for the very purpose of doing whatever you please? You haven’t been denied in two centuries. 

You sigh as you realize what Lae’zel said was eating at you. What she said hurt your ego, your pride; you hadn’t ever been criticized as a vampire before. 

You think, just for a moment, that you should kill her. You should kill Lae’zel for her insolence, and remind her of her place: she, and every other pathetic mortal, was merely cattle for you and your darling.

You notice Astarion is looking at you, extremely amused and aroused by your thinking, and you snap out of it. 

“Your beautiful mind devastates me, my love,” Astarion purrs, setting your panties straight and redoing the buttons on your nightgown, preserving your modesty as he signals Ruth and Cynthia to come back in.

Cynthia is practically shaking in her boots when you see her, which is all you really notice before you trance again, lost in a memory of a memory. 

After a while, when your underlings have taken care of their own needs and drifted off, Astarion’s light touch brings you back to your waking mind. His fingertips trail along your back, and you sigh, settling into the feeling as tingles permeate your whole body. 

I can’t sleep either. His mind, reaching out to tenderly embrace your own, feels safe, like a warm hug.

You know I do not hide you in my shadow, Tav. I shield you with it. He sighs, not really wanting to continue this discussion, but knowing that he must. Let me be frank, darling. You don’t have half of the self control I did when we first met, but you are ten times as old. But I was starved and beaten to obtain it. I don’t want to deny you, but Lae’zel is right.  

Astarion props himself up on his elbow, staring down at you as he grasps your jaw in his hand, turning you to meet his gaze. You’ve made your choice. We’re here now, and your ability to control your bloodlust is immensely important.  

“Life or death, Tav. And never will you choose death nor death choose you.” His voice is low, merely a whisper. I always feared this would be a problem.  

“I’ve spoiled you,” His voice is rough. To your own detriment. His eyes round, he looks away, unable to hold your gaze any longer. 

You don’t like what you’re hearing. 

Don’t be upset with me , he pleads. 

Your face is nearly blank, all for but a tinge between your eyebrows. You open your lips to show the tips of your fangs. I’ll feel however I want.  

Astarion scoffs as you turn away from him, arms wrapping around you and pulling you to him, so your back is pressing against his muscled form. He can’t decide between dominating you and telling you what you will do, or being sweet with you. He opts for the former, pressing a kiss to your temple bringing a hand to smooth your hair. 

Feel how you must, lover. It won’t stop me from adoring you. 

His soft kisses and gentle touches ease you to sleep tonight, despite your disruption; you know you are safe in your beloved’s arms. 

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[rosykims]

hiiiiiiiiiii sorry it took me literally 3 months to do this but here she is !!! my tav, vierynrae drisune — viera to her closest friends and vierie to her doomed-by-the-narrative boyfriends. disclaimer please immediately disregard her hair bc i still havent found a hairstyle OR fit i like for her, but since she would realistically change her look every 6 to 10 hours im happy just waving some selections of note @ u all <3

truly unfathomable lore dump under the cut (tw for physical assault and miscarriage)

she/her

209 years young <3

astarion romance with a generous sprinkle of dream visitor sexual tension for reasons i'll get into (tldr the emperor takes the form of her dead fiance bc they both know its the only form that could ever hope to get through to her 😍)

"seldarine" drow! formerly a lolth sworn menzoberranzan girly, now a well established and famed diabolist of neverwinter (we'll get into it lol).

nowadays shes lolth's no. 1 hater but — having regrettably served her pretty contentedly for 100+ years — she feels too alienated from the seldarine pantheon to truly consider herself a follower. she does toss a prayer eilistraees' way for good karma's sake every now and then, though !

fiend pact (of the chain) warlock ! outside of the power her patron offers her, she's relatively useless in a fight (ie no multiclassing for her lol). the majority of her skills are in leadership, social maneuvering and underhanded political subterfuge. forging her pact was a very deliberate and very necessary move from her perspective to like. add some bite to her bark going forward.

im saying that her level one feat (if the mod ever drops lol <3) is magic initiate: bard and while she isn't canonically a multiclass, she could very easily become one if her pact fell through.

she's canonically a noble background, though she could easily be mistaken for a sage. truthfully all of her interest in the arcane stem from political ambition, noble is the correct answer (and a background she tries to keep under wraps)

lawful evil alignment, bordering very close - and eventually transitioning - to lawful neutral. evil is a sort of unfortunate necessity from her pov right up until the start of bg3, but her character is more aligned to the Lawful part as opposed to the Evil part. she follows a strict code of professionalism, unscrupulous loyalty, and also sometimes "just business, sorry kid" :/ but outside of those circumstances she's as charming/kind/reasonable as they come lol

ok. whew. heres the full unabridged off the walls loredump. prioritizing her menzoberranzan history over her diabolist career bc otherwise i'd need a whole third month for this lol.

viera drisune (later taking the elven adult name vierynrae) was the 13th of 21 total children borne to mistress viciiva drisune, matriarch of the 17th house of menzoberranzan

only vierynrae herself and 2 other sisters actually survived to see viera's elven 'adulthood'. one sister was xaeszara drisune- the firstborn and heiress. xaeszara saw herself as an aspiring proxy of lolth, forsaking politics as she became utterly consumed with fanaticism and religious fervor. she perceived acts of heresy against her goddess in the everyday routines and familiar faces of her kin, and often took to culling her siblings and cousins in sporadic ritual offerings to the spider queen :)

arac'nene drisune, the 16th child and vierynrae's younger sister, also survived - specifically because she was just as deranged as the eldest. she didn't possess xaeszara's zealotry, but still relished in lolth's simpler tenets of chaos and slaughter. the two essentially allied together to pick off the other siblings and minor family members, arac'nene acting as xaeszara's attack dog against any she deemed undevoted to lolth. which was all of them, naturally.

vierynrae only survived because she clued in to the alliance early, and knew the only way to survive was to win the favor of their matriarch and mother, viciiva, by making herself an invaluable asset in all matters of house affairs. and she did! what she lacked in combat prowess she made up for in charisma and intelligence, and quickly earned the trust (and protection) of viciiva after overseeing several successful raids/assassinations of rival houses and improving their overall position in drow hierarchy. the other two siblings couldn't touch her without dooming their house's winning streak or worse, earning the mother matriarch's wrath.

for almost 70 years viera enjoyed the relative safety of her mother's protection, while being groomed by her into a natural leader. vierynrae's actions helped house drisune ascend the ranks of nobility until they were eventually named 10th of the great houses.

in all those years she dutifully followed the tenets of lolth, the only faith she'd ever known, until one day while skulking about in the caverns just outside of the city, she met kiryn'kel nathril , a handsome, bewilderingly sweet man whom she would soon come to learn was not only a seldarine surface drow, but also ironically a cleric of eilistraee, who would regularly venture deep into the underdark to save its denizens from the tyranny of lolth.

against all odds (and in spite of several dozen death threats and attempts viera would make against his life) they fell in love, and began an affair in secret that would last for over 15 years. during this time kiryn taught her about the surface; about sunlight and freckles and kindness and what an honest, earnest hug felt like. he was patient, and successfully de-radicalized her, soon even convincing her to begin aiding him in his efforts to undermine lolth and free any who might stand a better chance on the surface

try as he might, though, he was never quite able to convince her to leave menzoberranzan and marry him up in his home in neverwinter. she had too many ambitions in her own city and still held on to the drow superiority she'd been indoctrinated in to. what's more, she still held a stubborn, optimistic hope that she could miraculously change her home from the inside (while conveniently consolidating all her power and authority over the other houses, too, of course)

this didn't happen, obviously. vierynrae's family's suspicions were growing due to the subtle change in her attitude over the years, all culminating with her abruptly learning that she was pregnant with kiryn's child. she knew her child was a son, and that her house already held the two total male heirs allowed (ie: the two surviving men xaeszara hadn't murdered), and so she finally accepted kiryn's proposal and began to make bittersweet plans to flee the only home she'd ever known.

the plans were short lived, and the pair were inevitably caught by house drisune mere hours before they had agreed to leave. to avoid the shame - and consequences - of the truth getting out amongst the other houses, the matriarch viciiva allowed vierynrae to live, but only after cutting off her ring finger, confiscating its band, and forcing her to watch as kiryn'kel was publically and sadistically executed.

but this wasn't enough for xaeszara, who noticed during the execution that viera's hand hovered a little too long - a little too protectively - over her stomach. in her grief, vierynrae barely noticed her two siblings' whispers, nor when her mother was invited into its fray. the gravity of her situation only dawned on her when her mother bid her halt during the long walk back home, and asked her one grim question: "is it a male?"

her silence was the answer, and viciiva nodded, permitting xaeszara to push vierynrae down a flight of stairs carved into the stone. arac'nene was waiting at the bottom, laughing, to kick her nearly to death - more than enough to guarantee the child would never be born.

minutes blurred into hours, and vierynrae -grieving, raging, but mostly numb - knew her days in house drisune were numbered. she never went home, instead limping her way out of the city gates and on towards the secluded place she had first met kiryn all those years ago.

from there, she began bargaining, first to the gods - who would not answer a lolth-sworn - and then to the anyone in the nine hells who would listen. she screamed at the cavern walls that she was willing to bargain, and after three days, the fiend who would soon become her patron emerged from the dark. she offered up his soul to him right there in exchange for the power to raze the city of menzoberranzan and everyone in it, but the devil only laughed. "do you truly think your little soul is of equal value to that of the city of spiders?" he asked. "how many souls call menzoberranzan home, i wonder? thirty thousand - fifty? not to mention the wrath of lolth this tantrum of yours will inevitably bring about . . . why, that price alone is worth as many souls as you have hair on your head."

and with that, the terms of a pact began to form. a drop of infernal power for every act of service - and for every soul sent to the styx - tallied by the silver hair on her scalp. each deed's value would be measured in strands, turning black as the underdark itself to mark the progress of such an insurmountable price. once every hair had turned, she would know at last that the pact was complete, and she would be powerful enough to return to the underdark and attempt a final stand. until then, she would serve her patron in any and all things.

her first kill was her mother, matriarch viciiva. her patron was true to his word; as 17 strands of silver hair turn blacked, she felt an equivalent surge of power - just enough to make the weeks long trek out of the underdark and up into the sunlit lands, alone.

i hit the block text character limit oh god 🤪

and so her new life began. she navigated a hostile surface world with only her patron's whispers to guide her, eventually settling in neverwinter, in spite of a population vastly hostile to her kind. over the years, her uncanny ability to sniff out a desperate soul - and then cordially offer then aid - made her a recogniseable and accepted figure in the city, eventually putting her in the position to make a legitimate business out of it.

business flourished, and as her renown grew, so did her power, forever measured by her rapidly darkening hair. by the start of baldur's gate 3 she is formiddable — a diabolist and the right hand of her patron, feared and respected, secretly amassing every resource, ally and advantage she has at her disposal through low whispers and coded letters. all of it to pay the price of marching — one day, perhaps centuries from now — on menzoberranzan, and having the power to take it.

[likeyua]

@dragonflytehanu thanks for the ask <3

Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision?

I already wrote a bit about Akachi here. To add: despite her being a Faithless (she doesn't hide it), people usually notice she always wear a necklace with the holy symbol of Eilistraee. The jewel was passed down to her from her mother Ardul'ylene (it was originally of her grandmother Esmerelle), when she decided to abandon her faith in the Dark Maiden: it has no religious meaning to Akachi. For her, it is simply a treasured memento of her family, a reminder that no matter where she is, her family is always with her.

Another fact about Akachi is that she is named after a Chosen of Myrkul. At first she wasn't happy when she learnt this; but she changed her mind after her parents narrated to her the story of the man, what he did and why (basically, they told her about the events of Neverwinter Nights 2: Mask of the Betrayer). She's proud of her name and a sure way to greatly anger her is to insult her for it.

Kidis is my Dark Urge oc. She's a drow bard, playing her violin whenever she can because it temporarily soothes her growing unease about her violent urges. At first, she thought that her violent impulses & loss of memory were a symptom of ceremorphosis, but when it became clear that they aren't, she simply decide to ignore them, hoping (wrongly) that they will go away on their own. This is her usual way to deal with the issues she face. She also cares a great deal about her reputation, wanting to be unremarkable and forgettable as possible: the less people she has to interact with directly, the better.

3. Has your Character been using their illithid powers?

Akachi: only to rescue Shadowheart on the nautiloid and to read Astarion's mind when he tried to bite her. The latter event caused her to never use the powers for the rest of the game: she felt so awful after doing it because she violated someone else's mind and she loathes when it is done on her (and she will feel worse when she will learn about Astarion's past). She did it instinctively, thinking he was attacking her, but after Astarion left, she vowed to never doing it again and tried to apologize to him for it the next day.

Kidis: she is less careful about using them. She thinks that using them in order to avoid fights and to obtain useful information from enemies is acceptable.

24. Was your illithid tadpole empowered by anything in Act 1? If so, how does your Character feel about that?

No. Absolutely not. Neither Akachi nor Kidis use other tadpoles to empower their own. Why give more power to the source of your problems?

27. Who ended up in your Character's most used party?

Akachi: the main party for act 1 is Astarion/Karlach/Gale. Astarion is always in the party (initially because she doesn't trust him and wants to keep an eye on him, after she comes to enjoy his company), Gale is the one swapped out when I need another companion for their quest (only for gameplay reasons) and Karlach because she and Akachi get on well immediately (this won't last, though, because they will fall out in act 3 over how to deal with a certain npc).

Kidis: Astarion is always in the party as usual. There's also Lae'zel because Akachi didn't recruit her and I want to see her story. The last party member, for now, is Shadowheart.

[lexsnotdead]

I absolutely loved BG1 and 2, Neverwinter Nights Hordes of the Underdark and Neverwinter Nights 2 too are among my most favourite RPGs. But Larians writing, particularly in D:OS2 turned me off so much :( How different is BG3?

big wall of text under the cut and before anything else i want to say that criticizing a game does not equal not liking it

i thought a lot about my response to this ask, since i must admit i have never played bg&bg2 and jumped straight into the hype train of bg3. and i'm genuinely curious what exactly about dos2 turned you off that much. here's what i personally think:

i played d:os1 and d:os2 and while i'm a big fan of the latter… dos1 couldn't keep me entertained even when playing with a friend in coop, which shows just how exhaustively boring and unmemorable it was. i really love dos2 and despite what i will say next, nothing is gonna change my love for this game. but. imma be honest, it was 3 and a half characters that kept me playing. i love sebille and lohse, i love malady — the mystery around her has its own appeal, but it's still a huge miss not to expand on such intriguing character as herself. i slightly care about ifan and fane, i couldn't give a lesser fuck about beast, i fucking hate the red prince and his writing is one of most unlikable from any rpg game i ever played (i can elaborate. but that's a post for another time). in short: lack of memorable characters, and those who are there have to make up in quality rather than quantity.

and larian is still... larian. their ambition makes them bite more than they can chew, you don't need to be nitpicking on purpose to notice just now empty act 3 of d:os2 was compared to fort joy or driftwood. in similar-ish way act 3 of bg3 feels less polished in terms of performance and content. like they even had to add an alternative ending to karlach's quest only after the game's release lol. there are quite a lot of bugs and players who are doing an "evil" playthrough like me found themselves deprived of content — sometimes you're just locking yourself out of quests, encounters, characters entirely because of decisions you made, quite literally making the game harder for yourself.

another important thing that i'd point out that dos2 felt kinda lacking in terms of the character creation because ocs always felt less immersive and shallow compared to the playable origins (i had the time of my life playing as lohse, tho). i know people who managed to have fun filling the blank spaces with their imagination, but i'm not one of those people, unfortunately. when i tried creating a drow character in bg3, however, every third npcs made sure to glare at me distrustfully and be fantasy racist towards the drow. like really? thanks for noticing! this might sound weird, but i liked that. it enhanced my feeling of immersion thus making it more satisfying to play. like yeees... yes... i indeed am a drow!

i'd rather stop focusing on its shortcomings because it feels unfair to larian when they are listening to the playerbase and trying their best to deliver patches as quick as possible. after all, what makes a good dnd adventure for me is always the story and characters — banal it may be, as long as it is fun, it is a good dnd game. and bg3 is very fun and addictive. there's this unique feeling when you're planning your next playthrough and considering what you would've done differently when still doing your first. i like it more compared to dos2, because... i'm not sure why myself? interpersonal interactions just feel a bit deeper, and i actually care about almost every companion, even the ones i did not expect to care about (like gale, astarion, shadowheart). and variety of the character creation, of course. and i can bet on bg3 being next the goty haha

to sum this all up:

if you like dos:2, you will like this game

if you like dnd e5, you will also like this game

if you like bg1 and bg2 then i genuinely don't know i'm sorry

[letters-from-dekarios]

(I'll be writing this from the perspective of my bardlock if you'll indulge me lmao this is such a cute concept, kore!!!)

Greetings from the jewel of the North!

Hello, I hope you found my bottled letter, I tossed it in a river on my walk home (I hope the seal worked). I am a musician and a very talented spell caster (not to reignite the hells of course) it's just turning to winter, so I think I'd like to keep a pen pal to keep me warm. I have a few questions- if you don't mind..

1. What is your favorite tea

2. What is your favorite cake

3. If you could travel to anywhere in ferûn where would it be.

(enclosed is a sketch of a teifling with braided hair chowing down on a cake. Below it is slightly scribbled "my answers on the back!!" )

It is signed

Lia Obbon

House Obbon, Neverwinter

Dearest Lia,

I do hope this letter finds you well. In both good times, and bad, it is always nice to have someone to correspond with. I wish you all the best as you continue in your journeys.

It was much to my surprise that this bottle happened to land near me. Rarely do I indulge myself in catching a cold during this time of season but, alas, here I am.

I do have to add, your craftsmanship with the sealing of this letter left much to the imagination! It was sealed quite tightly, I almost believed I hadn’t been meant to open it.

Perhaps, a day in the long distant future, you will be able to prove your magical skills to me. I’ll have you know I am a fairly talented magic-user myself. Chosen by the Mother of the Weave, Mystra, at a young age, I do fancy myself a spell or two.

Though I’ve not dabbled in the arts, any further than a doodle or two, your rendition of what I can only assume to be yourself is lovely.

Ah, I’m sure I’ve bored you well enough with all my talk. It’s about time I answer your questions.

1. While you can never go wrong with a traditional green or herbal, I pleasure myself in a nice black tea. Somewhere along the lines of the Earl Grey family, I’d say. Quite the pleasure with a bit of milk and honey, if you ask me.

2. I tend to stay away from sweets, but I cannot help myself when placed in the reach of a good chocolate cake. Mundane, I know, but there is something about the richness of it that I must indulge in.

3. I hail from Waterdeep, there’s not too much you can go wrong with here. However, I have always wanted to venture out towards Procampur. The city there is rich with history, to be able to even get a mild glimpse of our past as a civilization would be enough satisfaction for a lifetime.

I hope my answers are suitable to whomever you believed would receive this message. It surely has come a long way since you wrote your first letter. Perhaps the following spell will do you well as winter comes to a head.

Attached is listed the instructions for performing a ‘fireball’ spell.

Since it would be awfully rude to not ask you a question or two, I’ve come up with a few of my own.

What is your go-to spell in any situation you’re thrown into? Don’t hold back on this one- I’m a man of many studies, you can’t confuse me with my focus in life.

What is your favorite food? Mine happens to be a soup made by my mother. Though a grown adult now, there’s nothing like the love of a home-cooked meal.

Lastly, but certainly not least, why don’t dragons eat paladins?

The answer, written on the back of the paper, reads ‘Because they taste lawful! Good one, isn’t it?’

I do hope that this reaches you before winter’s end. Stay warm, my friend, and don’t let the frost giants bite.

From the desk of,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔, 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑

text reads: gale dekarios, waterdeep

[galpalaven]

1 + 2 + 6 + 15 for the tav questions with any tav of your choosing …. < 3

1. what’s your tav’s name, class, and race?

Miz'ri Jhalavar is a Lolth-sworn Seldarine Drow Ranger!

2. which background do they have? how does it play into their story? (and if you’re doing a durge playthrough, how did your tav come to be the haunted one?)

Miz'ri has the Folk Hero background, which she earned shortly after she left the Underdark for good. She discovered a drow slaving ring near Neverwinter, and using her race to her advantage, managed to infiltrate and shut it down (aka killed the leaders), freeing several dozen people and ending the reign of terror the ring had on the city's poor.

After that, she took up monster hunting. She was looking for a new contract in Waterdeep when she got snatched.

6. any scars or facial tattoos? how did they get them?

Plenty of scars, mostly received from various monsters. She doesn't really mind them -- somehow, they seem to make people take her more seriously as a hunter.

15. is your tav leaning into their newfound illithid abilities, or rejecting them altogether?

Leaning into it, mostly out of desperation. After the second one didn't make her change, she started taking them whenever she found them.

This will bite her in the ass. Oopsie daisy lol.

Tav Asks

[bahamutgames]

D&D Notes

Played D&D for the first time today! The DM set up a small campaign for me to start with the goal of hopefully smushing me into their group’s main campaign eventually. It was a fun time, and I’m sure with additional players (it was just me and 3 2 NPCs) it’ll be even more fun.

Anyway long story short I was asked by the group to share my notes! So that’s what this is, they’re very basic but you can tell I sort of gave up on writing notes as it became apparent I was gonna lose lol. Also I wrote these in notepad and didn’t reformat it for this post. Enjoy!

bounty hunter from neverwinter doing odd jobs for money

got a weird bounty for 500 gold for whoever can bring in the black spider. But there's 

no info on who or what that is

teamed up with wilders to do an escort vova rabbit person, about my height. nice, but no pushover. She's a wizard much smaller, caraway, a fairy. 2 or 3 feet tall. very energy very excitable. he's a bard leader of the group, average size, a bit shorter than me. A tiefling. Purple skin, one horn. named echo. A rouge.

They're a group, we've decided to team up. We've met before but we're not exactly friends

dwarf named gumdrop is paying us 10 g each to escort his wagon to another town. he's not telling us what's up

wilders have been catching escaped criminals, settling disputes-vova (vanilla) caraway told me I was tall (charmy) echo told me business (espio) I'm vector :)

2 dead horses, both are the horses being ridden by the drarves. The horses have been dead for a day, death by arrows. Sacks have been looted and all that's inside is an empty leather map case

4 goblins, 2 rush forward 2 stay back echo attacks and misses goblin A rushes towards me to attack, but the attack just bounces off me goblin B attacks echo for max damage, knocking him out goblin c shoots a short bow at vova for max damage, vova is knocked out goblin D shoots at caraway, who survives

vova gets a save crush the goblin with my two handed warhammer, then try to bite but I miss

echo fails first save

caraway uses vicious mockery on goblin a, insulting him. goblin gets so insulted he dies

goblin B swings at me, and hits. but caraway casts silvery barbs as a reaction, forcing the goblin to roll again so the goblin gets distracted when caraway calls to them and misses. Slashing its sword into the ground and missing. I have advantage next turn

vova is no longer dying but is still unconcious

I turn around and overhead slam my hammer on their head while goblin b tries to get their sword out of the ground

I rush at goblin C and bite into it while it screams in pain, giving me 2 extra hit points. but jaws are out.

echo wins a save

caraway mocks goblin C while he's damamged from my bite. but the goblin keeps it together

goblin c drops its bow and tries to hit me with a weapon, I get 4 slashing damage. leaving me at 13/15 goblin d attacks me as well for 3 slashing damamge. 10/15

vova vibes

I swing at goblin c but it flails in pain and manages to dodge

echo fails another save

caraway attempts to use medicine to stabilize echo. it doesn't work

goblin c flails wildly and misses completely, goblin d swings and misses

I go into a rage after missing and having all the bullshit happen. I swing at goblin C with enough damage to 1-hit ko it again. Slamming its head off and it lands in front of goblin d

echo DIES

caraway starts crying and wailing, then charges goblin d. but doesn't even manage to hit in their blind rage.

goblin d is sitting by itself and pisses itself and tries to run away. I get an attack of opportunity.

I miss and thunk onto the floor, caraway also misses and goblin d tries to get away to the thicket north.

I run after it and swing at it but miss again

caraway casts a laughter spell on goblin d and it collapses uncontrollably laughing

goblin d is too busy laughing to do anything and fails

I run up to goblin D and slam him in half with my hammer while he laughs uncontrollably

WE WIN!! But at what costs?

It's silent. Caraway runs to echo, echo's body has turned all while. No horns or tail. It's a changeling! We take some time to regroup and the wildings explain he was a changeling named naj. Echo was one of their personas. I was SUPPOSED to find this out later!!!

We sit and wait for vova to come to. And I inspect where goblin d was trying to get to, and it's a small trail it looks like it leads northwest.

I can guess from the tracks that probably about a dozen goblins use this trail. There's signs of 2 human sized bodies being dragged away.

We set up camp, and vova comes to about an hour after the fight. She's devistated about echo. She sits there with caraway in her lap as they hug. I sit silently and toss whatever twigs and grass into the fire while being upset

With no shovel, we cremate echo. They want revenge, but they're in no shape to fight. Between silence and sobs we manage to fall asleep. A long rest.

I take Naj's rapier. I like to imagine caraway and vova gave it to me since they don't need it. Vova takes some of his other stuff.

we're all rested and restored now. Vova and Caraway want to get revenge and I am not about to stop them. I lead cause I'm bulky as fuck, and we head down the goblin trail

We get 10 minutes down the trail, and my foot gets caught in a snare and I'm pulled 10 ft in the air

Caraway uses their dagger to let me down, I fall on vova, who tried to catch me. I slam on top of her and take 1 damage (14/15) caraway teases me and vova pushes me off.

10 minutes down the trail and this time I stop myself before falling into a pit trap in the ground. We all avoid it.

5 miles down the trail, we come across a cave. We can hear water flowing in the cave. The team is shaken up, they dont have a leader anymore so they're looking to me for advice (aka the npcs do what I want now).

I go across the river and get spotted by 2 goblins. I went by myself and get attacked by goblin A. I get the shit kicked out of me (3/15)

Caraway rushes to me and cures my wounds because OH GOD someone needs to be a healer

Vova rushes up and casts ray of frost on goblin A, killing him. I rush up to goblin B and hit it for 6/7

Goblin B strikes back but misses

Caraway mocks goblin b and he dies

WE WIN!

Vova casts mage armor on herself

We enter the cave, there's a small dank chamber. We hear snarls and rattling chains. And we smell animals

We walk past some chained wolves who cant reach us, we walk forward and get hit by a bunch of rushing water. Caraway flies onto the bridge, vova hangs onto the wall. And I get flushed out of the cave. I'm now at 3/15

I have to light another torch, and caraway heals me (12/15). We go a different path to a small craggy cave with rough terrain. I try to climb up, but fall because the ledge was too wobbly for my weight. I fall and take 2 damage.

We climb up FOR REAL THIS TIME, and I take a peak into a room next to me. It's divided into 2 levels. It's musky. there's a FUCK ton of goblins in there but they havent noticed me. So we promptly fuck off.

We cross the bridge and I try to peek in but I trip into the next room instead. There's 2 pools, one is empty there's also 4 goblins who seem to be expecting me.

I get shot at by goblin blue (6/10) caraway hits goblin orange, then uses his lute to inspire me.

I get angwy, and I charge goblin orange and slam him, killing him. Vova fires ray of frost, but it misses and splashes into the pool behind the goblin.

Red goblin swings at caraway but misses, green swings at me and misses, blue swings at me and ALSO misses

Caraway slashes at red, but misses. I slam at goblin green, killing him instantly with double his hp in one blow. He explodes into guts everywhere it's AWESOME AAAAAA!

Vova shoots another ray of frost, and kills goblin red!

Goblin blue, attacking me on a stack of other goblin corpses, and misses!

Caraway mocks blue, but it has no effect.

Kick the shit out of blue, but it misses even with inspiration.

Vova shoots another ray but it misses.

Blue hits me for (3/15)

Caraway mocks again for 3 damamge to blue! And the goblin has disadvantage.

I swing at blue, loony tunes-ing him through a stalagmite

WE WIN!

I send caraway to check the next room cause I suck at it. The next room is a fire with a lot of treasure and a bugbear, wolf, and 2 goblins

We fuck off again, but managed to sneak off before the bugbear sees us.

I go back to the room with 5 goblins and the dude on the higher level, we sneak in except for vova. I use rage and swing at red goblin. I miss! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I bite at red in retaliation and I bite him in half! Killing him! +2 tempt hitpoints (5/15)

Caraway attacks goblin blue, killing him instantly

I rush up to goblin purple and swing at him for 8 damage! Killing him (thanks to rage)

Vova catches up and blasts goblin green, it misses

Caraway mocks orange, dealing 4 damage and is disadvantaged! Caraway then gives me bardic inspiration.

Goblin orange swings at me and misses, green goblin attacks caraway and misses

oh right a bunch of shit happened we're being blackmailed with the life of the human dude in the dwarf's trade to go kill the fucking bugbear cause the goblin dude is #2 and wants to be #1 (who is the bugbear) so we agree to kill the bugbear for him. We sneak in and kill the wolf after it bites vova.

both goblins shoot caraway, one hits one misses. Caraway flies away and mocks bugbear, which does not work

Bugbear fires a javelin at caraway, which hits for 3 damage

I swing at blue, killing him

vova misses then runs back, red goblin swings at me for 2 damage, only taking from my temp hp

caraway mocks klarg for 4 damage! Caraway flies back

klarg hits me for 5 damage (-2/15) I fail a death save Vova uses medicine to save me! I'm still unconcious but I'm not dead

vova is at 1 hp

basically we lost but deus ex machina'd us into the other goblins revolting and saving us lol

We get the human and drag ourselves straight up out of the cave while he expositions to us

Sildar and I leave the cave and go rest. And then we go to fandalin and rest. we got so fucked up lol

Sildar tells us some stuff about history and then we learn stuff about the black spider and all 3 of us are like ZOMG!!! BLACK SPIDER so we agree to escort sildar to the next town for 50 g each. Hopefully we dont get fucked up again.

[ravel-puzzlewell]

so i’m once again nostalgic about nwn2 and want to replay it. and i know it happens like every 3 years and i give up every time after leaving prologue and fighting wolves for 3 hours and remembering that not only i will have to do this for entire act 1, then i’ll get to old owl well and fight orcs for 450 hours, and my will to life just leaves me

this time i have a plan:

1. keep everyone in the party at all times, so things die faster and also i get all of the banter Content

2.boost myself immediately to like level 12, so instead of spending 2 hours watching khelgar punch 5 wolves for 3 HP a minute, I can fireball bitches and move on. also helps mitigate XP loss from keeping like 10 ppl in the party.

[radicalbillie]

Love at first bite

Pt 2

The motley crew of misfits had made substantial progress since crashing in this place.

Ashe had gone directly from Astarion to her bedroll, sitting in a meditative pose, observing her party through wisps of pipe smoke. Not one of these townies had spent an exorbitant amount of time in the wilds, of that she was sure.

They had all set tents up by this time, city folk were so frightened of the outdoors. Astarion in particular seemed to have led a sheltered life. A pile of leaves or even a nice warm tiger belly suited Ashe well enough.

'Where had Nyla gotten off to anyways?' She wondered. 'Tigers will be tigers...'

She took another drag of pipe weed, blowing several smoke rings towards the campfire.

Astarion had been casting side glances her way since he had dismissed her. She'd just pretended she didn't notice. She was having a hard time figuring him out, difficult to read that Rogue; odd tempered.

He was clearly hiding something. But hell so was everyone in the not so merry band of skull-slugged vagrants.

All this perfunctory was why she detested traveling with other people so. They all maintained nice facades at least, even Lae-zel... well her approximation of nice at any rate.

The night continued to grow darker and quieter, everyone receding into their tents for rest. Astarion was the last to go to his, that's what she had been waiting on. The elf pulled a large brown bear pelt over her shoulders, she never went into reverie with an audience; force of habbit.

She looked deeply into the campfire, as it licked up the night air with so many crackling tongues. Soon her eyes glazed over and she could no longer see the fire, or the camp, or anything around her.

No, now she was walking through Neverwinter Woods; in the grove she had grown up in. This tended to be where her travels through memory began.

Astarion's eyes were peering down at a solitary candle flame, however they also were not seeing it. He was in a dark, foreboding forest, one which was strange to him as a matter of fact.

Gods he was so thirsty, he hadn't had a proper meal in days.

"First; thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures." The familiar voice echoed from every angle.

The anxiety rose up in his stomach, the shaking, the fear of things to come.

"No... not again."

"Second..."

"Stop!" He plugged his ears, falling to his knees. But he could still hear;

"...thou shalt obey me in all things."

"You're not here..." he was too afraid to open his eyes, too afraid to move.

"Third, thou shalt not leave my side, unless directed." That horrid voice spat the words right in his ear.

"No! Back!" The elf screamed himself awake.

The candle tipped over, snuffing out. Alone in his tent, a cold sweat emerging from him. He looked down to his hands, visibly shaking.

The walls of the shelter suddenly felt as though they were shrinking; going to crush him. Scrambling to his feet, he ran into the cool night air. He stood, hyperventilating for a minute, taking in his surroundings.

Everyone was still asleep, no one around for miles. The silence was deafening. He put a hand to his brow, wiping his face. The fact he was parched had not been part of the dream.

But it WAS just a dream, he was free now... right? Just then the wind kicked up.

The bitter cold breeze blew through him, bringing a familiar variety of scents with it. The smoke from the fire, and the pipe weed she was always puffing away at.

It clung to her hair and skin, the first time he had noticed it was when he held the knife to her neck. But now it was doing more than teasing him...

"Thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures." He repeated as he had been made to so many times before.

His footsteps were careful and quiet. When he arrived in Ashe's general line of sight he recognized the vacant stare into the flame immediately- reverie.

His mouth watered now, stomach growled. He could smell her from here, her skin, her sweat. He had to know - he HAD to.

Getting down on all fours, he completely silenced his approach. Only stopping inches from her face, taking in the blank features.

The glossy gaze, the freckles all over like galaxies of stars. Looking past her slightly parted lips, he moved his hand up to her shoulder, with a slight tug the pelt fell down to her waist.

Only a loose night shirt between him and her bare skin now. He could hear her heartbeat from here. His nostrils flared, her sweet skin mingling with his hunger overpowering all logical thought.

His mind completely blank, fangs bearing like an animal. Now he would finally know, if Cazador's rules still applied.

Was he truly free?

[jelloopy]

Here There be Gerblins Notes

Previous: Character Creation

Ep 1

The boys got the job to transport good from Neverwinter to Phandalin from Merles cousin, Gundren Rockseeker, over drinks at a bar one night. He said it was the “Last job you’ll ever need.” 

Gundren Hired Barry Bluejeans (Originally Sildar Hallwinter, but that’s a whole nother post that I already posted you should go look at it tbh) as a fighter (I also will discuss this in a post later on as I’m going through the series again) escort to Phandalin. 

The boys actually were travelling with Gundrens mutt of a dog, Ruby!  (I feel like no one mentions this or talks about it)

Merle doesn’t trust Gundren a lot

Taako got the first kill babyyyyyyy

Ep 2

Barry looks like Tom Arnold with a very built Dad bod and is described to be in late 40’s early 50’s (So you’re telling me that my baby Barry. Is almost built similar to Magnus technically? Just smaller? This opens up so many things for another post later on omfg)

Magnus “The Hammer” Burnsides (omg do you think that this could be that Magnus was “The Hammer” and maybe Julia or her father was “Tongs” from the shop he lived’/ worked at in Ravens Roost???!!! Like idk if Travis had the name “Hammer and Tongs” in his backstory and i’m pretty sure he just made up the name on the spot for funsies but like that is so fricking sad and cute omfg)

Taako casts “Charm Person” on Klarg. The spell only lasts 1 hour (This will come up later for me to delv on because currently I don't understand how the stuff later on occurs)

”Let’s turn this Bugbear, into a Hugbear” ~Magnus (I wanna make a shirt with this rlly bad)

When chastising Barry for his name he snaps back saying “Why do you think they call me that?!” (I like to analyze things a bit deeper than they need to go so I’ve already posted another thing on Barry’s name)

Ep 3

As they get back to the cart of cargo to go to find Gundren Merle messes with Ruby for a minute and Griffin jokes around saying that Ruby bites Merles hand off.  (Oh if they (Clint) only knew)

”I’ve partied pretty hard before I know I’m gonna have to sleep this one off” ~Barry (What the hell has Barry been up to? Like from a perspective of knowing how the story goes like. Is he just. Going to bars and letting him self go? I mean like same but shit dude)

“Well it’s not my first time at the whole body guard rodeo” ~Barry  (So Barry has been able to stay in this body for a while then? And has also taken other jobs as well to get some money while also searching for the Gauntlet.)

Ep 4

When they meet Killian Merle begins to try and preach the word of Pan  (Not actually Pan at the time in the podcast but for continuity's sake it was Pan damnit.) she replies with “I’m already spoken for” (So I don’t think that Killian is religious in a way that we know of so when she says this I assume shes talking about the BoB? Makes sense) 

Magic Briannnnnn!!!!!  (Love that spunky lil german man!)

Taako is from New Elfington (I believe this is just a joke overall but if you do deep dive into it just a lil then it suggests that Lucretia placed him in New Elfington after the Wipe to give him a starting place then from there he went on the road with Sizzle it up with Taako)

Magic Brian knows about the Phoenix Fire Gauntlet.  (Ima go deeper into that later on tbh)

Ch 5

“Barry loves his chicken waaaaangs” ~ Gundren Rockseeker (How long have Barry and Gundren been hanging out?)

The skeleton only has a crimson red robe on. Nothing underneath. It is also looking towards the exit/entrance to the tunnel. (Did... her clothes go with her in the lich form?)

The Umbrastaff exudes all schools of magic. (I wonder why... DUH) 

Merle is horribly rejected by the Staff and flung across the room (Lup said “FUCK U MERLE IM NOT HERE FOR YOUR OLD ASS”)

When Taako grabs the Umbra staff from the skeleton (*COUGHCOUGH*LUP*COUGHCOUGH*) it looks up at him and then it and the robe it’s wearing disintegrate away  (Leaving no bones or anything that was Lup’s... There will be a bigger post on this later on I promise)

Cyrus was head of security for the Wave Echo Cave. When the Orc Marauders came he managed to lock away all the magical and precious treasures. However to do so he had to lock himself in the vault too. This happened about 10 Years ago. (Are you kidding me? Its not like the Orc Marauders are still in Phandalin. Why didnt anyone come to find him any earlier. Like come on Gundren. If you loved and missed your dad that much then why not?)

The Phoenix Fire Gauntlet is Silverish!  (I always see it portrayed as being gold so I was v v surprised to hear this! tbh I don’t care what color it is I was just surprised to hear it described at all)

Magnus upon sight of the Gauntlet runs and highfives it  (Someone made a post i saw a while back explaining how this is hilarious because you can see Magnus’ and Lup’s relationship within that simple action. Its very cute) 

They fight some ruffians/bandits on the way back to Phandalin and they free a young Orc boy.

Ch 6

Merle calms Gundren down when they find him in Phandalin (Yo Merle and Gundren are a lot closer than they let on a the beginning. I wanna meet Aunt Blarg)

The young Orc boy (Kurtze) that they freed shot Gundren (Whoops...)

Gundren crushes Barry into the ground out of pure anger from Kurtze’s attack (Does Barry die from this? or does he just get super injured and die from the Gauntlet at the end?)

They fall into the well and knock Killian out

The entire town of Phandalin is gone and all that’s left is a circle of black glass. Only the hole for the well is open.

“Can we heal her? Its kinda what I do.” ~Merle (Oh honey... no it’s not)

Taako grabs the Gauntlet and puts it in his bag (of course he is the one to grab the relic that Lup made)

Killians Crossbow is named Billups (This is rlly frickin cute ngl)

They do be back on the way to the BoB

Next: Moonlighting, MotRPL, Lunar Interlude I,

[heroineimages]

Mid-Level Drow Minis

Most of my readers know I have a thing for dark elves. Pulling up Neverwinter Nights 2 again, I found my second party of Drow adventuresses for Storm of Zehir. Not finished with the game, these characters were around level 11 last I played them. Cheating a little once again, I set the party up for eight to ten characters, five of them being Drow adventuresses, with the remaining 3-5 as expendable male Drow minions named ‘Lackey’ followed by a number. Said minions were archers or sword-and-shield infantry, with a single wizard. The soldiers get replaced instead of rezzed when they fall, while the wizard only gets rezzes because he’s the only one who can enchant weapons and armor. They’ve currently gone through ten Lackeys.

Elrindra, cleric of Lolth pursuing the Warpriest prestige class. Neutral Evil. Fury and Strength domains. Party leader who specializes in longsword fighting. Wears +2 half-plate armor and tower-shield. Her favorite weapon is a +2 longsword with acid damage, that she calls “Drider Bite.” https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D12789844/

Toniethiel, fighter and great-sword Weapon Master. Lawful Evil. Wears Mithral full-plate armor and carries multiple great swords with different enchantments. Shortest party member, but easily the heaviest hitter. https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D12790775/

Syclya, cleric of Lolth. Chaotic Neutral. Healing and Air domains. Primarily functions as the party healer and buffer, but also gets some pretty cool lightning spells from her Air domain focus. Carries a longbow for ranged combat. Actually respects her fellow adventuresses enough to keep them alive in and out of combat. https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D12791284/

Belarawien, archer rogue/Assassin prestige class. Neutral Evil. Party scout and ranged powerhouse. Wears Mithral chain shirt and carries a +3 longbow. Clever little shit with high ranks in Survival and Appraise, on top of the usual rogue-related skills. https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D12791696/

Chrie, fighter and Divine Champion of Lolth. Half-Drow. Neutral Evil. Bastard sword fighter with Mithral armor and tower shield. As a Half-Drow, she had to be especially tough, cunning, and ruthless just to survive, let alone become a Divine Champion. https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D12792274/

[persephone0218]

PS4 Games

Apex Legends Black Desert Borderlands: The Handsome Collection Conan Exiles Darksiders 3 DC Universe Dead By Daylight Destiny 2 Detroit: Become Human Diablo 3: Reaper of Souls Don’t Bite Me Bro! (For My Boys & I) Dying Light DYNASTY WARRIORS 8 Fall Guys Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn (Membership ran out) Fortnite (For My Boys & I) Genshin Impact Hollow Knight Journey (For My Boys & I) Just Cause 4 Just Dance 2020 (For My Boys & I) LEGO Marvel’s Avengers Middle-earth: Shadow of War Monopoly Monster Hunter World: Iceborne Neverwinter Overcooked (I want part 2 already, it has online... :3) Pirate Treasure Hunter Portal Knights (For My Boys & I) Rayman Legends Rise of the Tomb Raider Skyforge SMITE Sonic Mania Star Wars Battefront 2 Starlit Adventures (For My Boys & I) Team Sonic Racing (For My Boys & I ) TERA The Elder Scrolls OnlineL Tamriel The Forest The Last Of Us Remastered The Witcher 3: The Wild Hunt (Complete Edition) (FUCKIN’ DADDY DOE !!!) The Witness TomClancy’sThe Division 2 TROVE Uncharted: The Nathan Drake Collection VAMPYR (FUCKIN’ DADDY TOO DOE !!!) Warframe What Remains of Edith Finch White Noise

[dork-empress]

The Time Traveler’s (Immortal) Husband Part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

This was a mission of utmost importance and delicacy. 

And his co-conspirator was not being cooperative. 

“Hecate,” Kravitz begged, “Hecate stay STILL.” The squirming cat scratched at him. Wisely, he had already switched into skeletal form for this task. “It will be faster if you stay still!” 

Hecate ignored his pleas, and despite his lack of skin to maul, managed to escape and rush off to some corner of the house all the powers of the Raven Queen would not manage to find. 

Kravitz was left holding the little collar and engagement ring. He had a hell of a time planning this. He didn’t want to pressure Taako in a public setting (he could be fairly private) but Kravitz knew he’d want to be nicely dressed and glamoured properly. That gave him about a 29 second window when Taako got home from the school before he fell apart on the couch to watch fantasy Bake Off. 

Speaking of, the door was opening. Crap, crap, crap, he was home early! Kravitz hadn’t even dressed properly, but he was sitting out here holding a ring in his hands with no way of stuffing it anywhere! 

Running on pure adrenaline, he rushed the door as Taako walked in holding out the ring. “Marry me?!” he demanded, sounding even to himself a bit desperate. 

Taako blinked at him, not able to fully process. They stood, staring at one another, ring between them, until Hecate returned from whatever hole she’d been hiding in to jump up in Taako’s arms as she always did. Now, if she had been wearing the collar with the ring on it, this moment might have been perfect. Traitor. 

After a second, though, Taako burst out into laughter. Kravitz tried to hide his hurt, but maybe this was a good laughter? Laughter didn’t necessarily mean ‘no’ right? He did look pretty silly, probably. Maybe he’d finish it with an ‘of course I’ll marry you.’

He didn’t though. He just kept laughing, and then summoned his needle to keep himself falling over. Pieces finally clicked together for Kravitz. “FUTURE Taako?” He demanded, 

“The one of many,” Taako said, wiping his eyes, “Oh, Holy Istus, Babe, I’m sorry, I just put together like a bunch of things which are all hilarious.” He reached up and patted Kravitz’ cheek, then showed him his hand, where he saw a duplicate of the engagement ring he was holding out. 

Kravitz blinked, “So, you accept?” 

Taako laughed, “Not like this I won’t!” Taako said, grabbing the collar from him and dropping it to the floor. Hecate jumped down and tossed it around like a toy. “This whole time traveling thing has been cool, but I never thought it would have such amazing benefits. Kravitz,” He smacked both Kravitz’ cheeks together, “I’m going to plan my own proposal.” 

~

“What if I mess it up?” 

“You will,” Taako said, making Kravitz panic, “It’ll be endearing, calm down. I’ll still say yes.” 

Kravitz took deep breaths. Even if he didn’t need air, it was calming. “Are you sure you can’t come?”

“Third wheel my own proposal?” Taako said, “Hard pass. Besides, I’m not denying my past self the joy of finding out he planned this. Now, Buck-up, Reaper! Get a move on!” He pushed Kravitz through his own portal and disappeared. 

“Kravitz?” Taako asked. Kravitz swirled to see Present Taako on their usual spot in the rafters of Neverwinter Theater, dressed to the nines. He really was so beautiful. “Everything alright?”

Kravitz smiled, “Yes, everything’s wonderful,” he said, sitting beside him. 

Taako smiled, and looped his arm around him, “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, giving his arm a squeeze.

Kravitz smiled, “Me too,” he said, pulling out his scythe. He summoned a floating table and a full course meal (that future Taako had prepared) “How would you like Dinner with your show?”

“Oooh!” Taako said, checking out the spread. It was something called ‘tex mex’ which was becoming popular in Faerun despite the lack of either a tex or a mex. Taako himself had popularized it, along with his new friend Juan. “Is this from a new restaurant? It’s an interesting array of spices I don’t know if I’ve seen.” 

“Don’t make me ruin the surprise.” Kravitz said, making Taako pout. That didn’t stop him taking a big bite of the fajita. 

They enjoyed the meal and the first part of the concert along with their meal. During the intermission, they both sat in silence as Kravitz tried to gain enough confidence to speak. He slipped the engagement ring on a churro. “Taako,” he said, finally as the audience started coming in again, “I love you.”

Taako smiled, “Back at you, Bones.”

“No,” Kravitz said, holding his hands, “I really love you. I love all of you and I just. I want to be with you every day and,” he was forgetting the speech he wrote. He should have written it down. “Churro?” He asked. 

Taako put his hand up, “Oof, I am stuffed, babe. Maybe later.” 

Kravitz was panicking. He put this off too long, the music was going to start up again. “Please, just listen, um. Churro?” He offered again. 

“I’m full,” Taako said, “Just focus on the music.”

“But Taako--” The conductor came back on stage to the audience’s applause. He missed his chance, and now was just holding the churro stick awkwardly. 

The song was different than he was expecting. He had heard this symphony, hadn’t he? The chorus started, singing a romance song of some type? He sat on the edge of his seat, listening, trying to figure it out, when they sang, “Don’t wanna walk alone, So let’s get married.”

Kravitz turned to Taako in confusion….to find him holding out a ring box and smiling nervously.

He let the music and the image wash over him...and he found he wasn’t surprised at all. Of course Taako would do this. Of course he’d arrange it so they’d propose to each other. 

Awkwardly, he held up the churro with the ring on it as his answer. Taako allowed shock to color his features for a moment before he tackled Kravitz,  forcing him to use his hovering ability to hold them both up. 

Floating above the concert below, they kissed, allowing the music to wrap them up in their own little world.

Part 10 Part 11

[was-it-really-worth-it]

my reviews + what’s up next

upcoming:

divinity: original sin II

haven

cyberpunk 2077

vampire the masquerade: coteries of new york

echoes of the fey episode 1

journey

four horsemen

baldur’s gate: enhanced edition

far from noise

out the window

walden

the church of cheesus crisp: an all you can pray buffet

mr. driller

best friend forever

sonic frontiers

vampire the masquerade: shadows of new york

hotline miami

headliner: novinews

calico

riba

froggy family fort

blind men

persona 5 royal

agatha christie: evil under the sun

babysitter bloodbath

spore

13 sentinels: aegis rim

vampire the masquerade: night road

crusader kings III

doki doki literature club

letters long lost

she who fights monsters - choice edition

to duel list

kingdom hearts

disco elysium

diaries of a spaceport janitor

tell me why

trauma center: second opinion

speed dating for ghosts

vampire the masquerade: out for blood

backbone

an oath in kind

else heart.break()

persona 5 strikers

rimworld

no delivery

taiko no tatsujin

polymute

heavy rain

spiritfarer: farewell edition

thomas was alone

sonic generations

cooking mama cook-off

life is strange: before the storm

milkmaid of the milky way

csi: deadly intent

saints row iv

vampire the masquerade: parliament of knives

i’m a love interest in my childhood friend’s reverse harem!!!

VA-11 Hall-A

depanneur nocturne

billy hatcher and the giant egg

lieve oma

baby labor

among the sleep

life is strange: remastered

zoo tycoon 2

roll for confidence

nina aquila: legal eagle, season one

evangeline

dates and wires

what comes after

self-checkout unlimited

shin megami tensei nocturne

mmm: murder most misfortunate

order a pizza

boa retina

trombone champ

the spark of one

dangan ronpa: trigger happy havoc

before i forget

vampire the masquerade: sins of the sires

seduce me: the complete story

phoenix wright: ace attorney - justice for all (hd)

super is hot

hero hours contract

reminisce in the night

monster rancher 2

warioware: smooth moves

sayonara wild hearts

we met in may

revolver and co.

killer7

don't take it personally, i just don't like you

the typing of the dead

pokemon shining pearl

furncap

night call

final fantasy XII

phoenix wright: ace attorney - trial and tribulations (hd)

the hex

the outcast lovers

tamashii

rollercoaster tycoon 3: platinum

spookware

valheim

ni no kuni: wrath of the white witch

splinter zone

pupper’s garden

dominique pamplemousse in "it's all over once the fat lady sings!"

star wars: knights of the old republic II

paradise killer

shutter stroll

the last of us

summer in mara

phogs

lonely people potion shop

the outer worlds

life is strange: before the storm remastered

wheels of aurelia

yi and the thousand moons

paper boats

horizon zero dawn

homing

bard harder

story of seasons: a wonderful life

technoccult: covenant

catlateral damage

verdant skies

gratia

nights into dreams

the wolf's bite

disgaea

bugsnax

2000 to 1: a space felony

octodad

wondersong

the banner saga 2

a nightmare's trip

little nightmares

heavy bullets

flat kingdom

desktop goose

death stranding

brassica: a marry tale

liyla and the shadows of war

fallout 2

tropico 4

organ trail

cinders

cult of the lamb

xcom: chimera squad

sagebrush

lesbian mothman hunters

black and white 2

i love you, colonel sanders!

space channel 5: part 2

okami

planet zoo

beyond: two souls

new! pokemon snap

kingdom two crowns

changeling

we should talk

the yawhg

icewind dale: enhanced edition

attentat 1942

starlight shores

neverwinter nights: enhanced edition

gris

good lookin home cookin

pikuniku

life after magic

when we first met

the sims medieval

persona 3 reload

don’t starve

life after magic

detours

pumpkin eater

lofi hip hop worlds to study in

where the snow settles

strainge

va11 hall-a

katamari damacy (ps2)

lego island

fallout 3

mass effect: andromeda

the church in the darkness

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quench

long live the queen

good morning hon

summer gems

hellenica

terraria

pebble witch

final fantasy: crystal chronicles (remaster)

embracelet

a good snowman is hard to build

amelie

this world unknown

roll+heart

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a new life

cardinal cross

the banner saga 3

bonbon

planescape: torment

kingdom hearts II

harvest festival 64

the change architect

grumpy librarian

lovingly evil

to the moon

bury me, my love

spec ops: the line

the last of us: left behind

dominique pamplemousse and dominique pamplemousse in: combinatorial explosion

orcs must die 3

disney dreamlight valley

gutwhale

orwell: keeping an eye on you

the awesome adventures of captain spirit

orion trail

monstrata fracture

safari zone

detroit: become human

feud

trawl

secret of mana

oikospiel

danger crew

one night stand

pixelry

fable anniversary

spirit swap

abzu

baldur’s gate II: enhanced edition

brushwood buddies

octopath traveler

soft underbelly

pillars on poppy hills

unfair jousting fair

sonic forces

kabaret

the sims 4

fallout 4

ftl: faster than light

wintermoor tactics club

surgeon simulator

elder scrolls v: skyrim

oddrealm

baldur’s gate: dark alliance

apparition

overwatch

hades

dragon age: inquisition

mass effect: legendary edition