#oc x copper x oc

[anllithix]

Parte 2

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒕 𝒙 𝒃𝒕𝒕𝒎 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⊹ ۪ ࣪

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ( verse 164 talisen x reader ) corrupt deity x reader, primordial rhytaari x reader, cw: lots of cult stuff, oral ( m. receiving ), throat fucking, degradation, mentions of penetrative sex ⊹ ۪ ࣪

𖹭. when you joined the cult of the copper rhytaari, the last thing you expected was to become the favourite of one of the most feared beings in the world

when you joined the cult of the copper rhytaari, you expected to be down on your knees beside altars a multitude of times.

what you didn't anticipate was to be down on your knees with a hand gripping your scalp. mouth full of the god you chose to serve, rather than full of prayers to his name.

gurgles rather than devotions — and you were the one receiving praise instead.

“such a pretty thing you are,”

croons the towering deity of deceit. his cock drawing from your lips till all that linked your swollen lips to his throbbing tip were strings of your messy saliva and his thick cum.

“so loyal. . . so obedient,” you swear that affection echoes from his deep voice and through the empty halls of the temple.

his talons run back, tenderly stroking at the back of your head. as though he was not fucking your throat but a moment ago.

“go on.” your corrupt god, who you have come to know by the name talisen, drawls,

“earn it.”

and like the cum-drunk devotee you are; your hand wraps around his slick girth. just barely. so you can begin pumping along the veiny surface. needily pressing your lips back to his tip and suckling along it.

all the while, you flutter your eyes up to look at his sharp face. cast in shadows of the night. only the glimmer of candles and his peering copper, slitted eyes emitting light.

just enough for you to notice an elongated tongue licking across his lower lip as he beholds you.

“so pathetic,” he tsks, splaying his long fingers over the back of your head and drawing you in. forcing his throbbing dick through your awaiting lips.

he barely bottoms out before he hits the back of your throat. the thought makes you throb and grind down on his shoe.

“uh-uh,”

those talons dig into your hair. gripping it tightly and holding your head in place as he draws back slowly. right to the tip until he's fucking back in. and again. and again.

“already told you I'm the only one able to pleasure this desperate little wet thing.” his shoe grinds up into you with emphasis, and so he continues.

his pace picks up until your splutters and whines reverberate through the shrine. the intensity of his hips abruptly pushing your head back into the sculpture of him done by his supposed 'high priests'.

none of them were adorned by him.

he couldn't care less about any of his other followers. to him they were all pitifully serving a deity who barely batted an eye at them.

you were different.

his favourite, pretty devotee.

he leans over you once your heads flushes back. fucking into your throat without a care. splurting your spit and his cum all over. down your throat. onto the marble floor.

“that's it -" he groans, tensing on your tongue. “can't even take all of me - f-fuck - some loyal servant you are.”

his throaty chuckles loop your tummy. all you can do is rolls your eyes back as he uses you for all your worth. a pretty little worshiper who he'll bend over the altar and fuck until all you can do is call out his name.

as you should.

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

That random choice in Gryffindor Celebration TLSQ

I Find the third choice of the game so random... but definitely jeni as a romantic would say at that situation 🤣. As always, Ben unconsciously brushes off jeni's feelings... again. The two gryffindor girls at the back was from charms class that the mc help, they were kind and sweet girls to mc that its hard for me to forget so i gotta include them here at least. Also there was a ben and ismelda moment in this tlsq, and here I am thinking there would be a sweet moment of the two. But it ended up ben blackmailing ismelda for being stubborn but the mc stopped ben. Like wth was that, i thought they would enhance the two's relationship that they randomly started but they didn't??? Im disappointed again.

aight, thats all the thought i got from this tlsq, sayonara~🫶

[vagabondfandoms]

Garden Party

Gale’s so thrilled to get Copper all fancied up, that he doesn’t realize how smitten she is with him.

[shroomaz]

I’ve been thinking of doing a future Papatello story with an S/O and the upbringing of some purple turtle-tots. I might do this for the others as well but mainly I just can’t get the Papatello energy out of my brain. What do we think?

[scrawnym4]

evil selfshipping where your f/o fucking hates you

[cyanide-latte]

TWST fic: birthday surprise

[Word count: 1,864. No warnings, just ocxcanon fluff. Ends abruptly.]

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“You…do know you don't have to do this for me, right?” Copper asked worriedly, feeling his face grow warm as he shot his boyfriend a shy glance.

Kalim smiled, radiant as he always was, and propped his chin in his hands.

“It's my birthday,” he answered. “And I want to share it with you.”

“You can share anything about your birthday with everyone, though,” Copper pointed out, glancing back over his shoulder at the well-lit dorm. Music continued to pour out of it, and they could hear laughter and chatter mixed in among the sounds, amused and bright. Copper couldn't help a small chuckle. “Well, I suppose you kind of do.”

Kalim also regarded the brightly-lit dorm with a smile, warm and calm, like a cup of soothing tea. From where they sat on the flying carpet, Copper wondered how often Kalim did this. He claimed to often take to flying on the magic carpet to clear his head, and while he was certainly one of the most—if not the most—unusual of the Housewardens, he did care about and look after his dorm in his own way. Perhaps, whether he recognized it in his actions or not, Kalim also did this to look after Scarabia as a whole, to try to be aware of as much as he could at any point in time.

“Any party is better with friends to share it with, especially when it's a special occasion like a birthday,” Kalim remarked, before turning and beaming at him with a broad, brilliant smile. “And I always want to enjoy a party with friends! The more, the merrier!”

Copper wasn't entirely sure he'd admit it out loud, but he shared the sentiment. Being around so many people, sharing so much energy, it filled him with vibrancy and a sense of life. That wasn't to say that sometimes Kalim's parties couldn't get too loud or rowdy, but Copper found he felt better when he spent time around others. And really, he was enjoying himself, especially given what a special occasion it was.

Still, he did feel a small twinge of guilt.

“But getting me a gift…? It's your birthday.”

Kalim lifted his snowy brows, his expression unusually challenging.

“It's my birthday,” he confirmed slowly, “and if I want to give you gifts, then that's my choice.”

Copper blinked, then let out a soft laugh, hanging his head and shaking it slowly in defeat. “Alright, alright, you win,” he conceded.

“Besides,” Kalim went on, “I only bought part of your gift. I made the rest.”

“Made?” Copper asked, lifting his head in surprise. The question immediately seemed to cause Kalim some hesitation, some uncertainty.

“Well…uh, I suppose I did? Well I didn't make all of it, but I still made it. Erm, I think?”

“You think? You don't sound too sure.”

“Uh, well, I guess I should just show you?” Kalim appeared to be thinking aloud, and after a moment, he reached beside him, picked up the tiny box and offered it to Copper. “Let's start with this, it's the thing I bought for you.”

Copper accepted the box as graciously as possible, gently tugging on the thin ribbon. It came undone, and Copper tucked by his knee as he lifted the lid off the box. Nestled inside were six tiny, solid-gold beads and one slightly larger bead, made from what looked like a solid red garnet.

“For your braid,” Kalim explained, tapping at the back of his own head for emphasis. He was referring to the braid Copper had previously asked him to put in his hair ages ago. It was special, sacred to Copper, and he'd done his best to maintain the braid since. In its own way, it was a constant reminder that even when they were apart, Kalim was always with him. “I was hoping to add these to your braid later when we have a better chance to sit down and I can work on it. Oh, and I'll add some parrot feathers as well if I can find some that work!”

Copper's throat abruptly got tight and his eyes stung. With a steadying inhale and a stammered thanks, he worked up the best smile he could, putting the lid back on the box with the precious beads before he got too choked up. He would think about the enormity of that later, when no one was around to see him tear up.

“Th-thank y—”

“Now this!” Kalim's enthusiasm got the better of him. He was practically on the verge of bouncing in place on the carpet as he grabbed the larger box and held it up. “This is what I tried to make for you!”

Again with the uncertainty. Copper wondered…

Watching Kalim closely, he gently eased off the lid of the larger box, then glanced down at it.

He blinked.

“This is—”

“Oh,” Kalim said with a tiny, self-disappointed groan, “they're supposed to be chocolate-covered strawberries. But I guess they really just look like a mess, huh? Aha ha…”

It looked like a solid block of chocolate mass that had originated in some kind of chocolate volcanic eruption and the strawberries that had been smothered in the resulting molten flow were trying to break free here and there at some desperate final bid for survival. Copper blinked again, trying to puzzle out what had occurred. He had no doubt that the initial effort on Kalim's part had been successful; whenever Kalim put his mind to something, he saw it through with gusto. The strawberries had probably looked great initially. But likely, some other factor or event had caused the chocolate to melt, and then it either re-solidified like this or else someone had tried to put it in the fridge in hopes of fixing it later. A passing thought in Copper’s mind was that Jamil Viper probably would have remedied this in a trice, though it was likely even if Kalim had gone to Jamil for help, the Vice-Housewarden might have stalwartly refused to put the strawberries to rights on sheer principle that they were a gift for Copper.

Well boo to you too, Jamil.

“You made me chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Epel said you love them.”

Copper made a mental note as he eyed the strawberries that he owed his dorm brother one massive favor in the future.

“Y-you don't have to eat them if you don't want to,” Kalim began, but Copper stubbornly shook his head and, with a bit of careful wiggling of strawberry and cracking of the chocolate around it, pulled one of the treats free. It was smaller, just the right size to pop in his mouth in one bite, which was exactly what he did.

Closing his eyes, he began to chew, flavor bursting in his mouth. The strawberries and chocolate had been chilled previously, and were improved for it. Unable to help himself, Copper made a noise of extreme delight as he chewed and swallowed.

“Was it good?!” Kalim asked in surprise, sounding startled by the very possibility.

“Ca c’est bon, cher!” Copper answered, immediately going for a second strawberry. “It's real good, got lagniappe to it, know what I mean?”

“What?”

“What-what, cher?”

“What did you just say?”

His blood froze to ice in his veins as he began to process. What had he just said, indeed. The bayou was back in his speech all of a sudden, slipping out like it'd been waiting for the opportunity.

Dread filled Copper. Mr. Stone had hated whenever he started talking like that, and Copper had had to work to adjust how he spoke. True, he hadn't been born a bayou boy, he'd picked it up after living there so long and embracing it into himself wholly, but making the constant adjustment to speak “better” had become second nature. It had had to, as part of his set of survival skills, and it had followed him here to Night Raven College.

He couldn't recall slipping up before, not in front of Kalim.

“I, um… I was saying that it's good,” he answered, struggling to get his speech back to ‘normal’ and not draw out the sounds of his words. “That it has a little something extra I wasn't expecting, somehow. That's all.”

“Oh?” Kalim prompted gently, and in that one syllable, Copper realized that a translation wasn't the thing his boyfriend wanted explained. “I'm happy to hear that, for sure! But the way you spoke just now… Is that your natural accent?”

Tensing, wincing, Copper gave a reluctant nod.

And Kalim smiled warmly again, his eyes—the same beautiful red as the garnet bead he'd picked out as a gift—soft and tender as he leaned forward over his crossed legs and propped his hand on his chin.

“I really like it,” he murmured. “It suits the sound of your voice much better. Will you say something else?”

It took him a moment to process. Kalim…liked the way he spoke? He didn't mind the sound of the bayou coming through in his voice? He wanted to hear more? Copper was left reeling. This was so different, so so different than what he was used to enduring. He needed a moment to remember something he could say, and eventually, what with the birthday party going on, he blurted out the only other thing that came to mind.

“Laissez les bons temps rouler.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that! Does it mean something special?”

Copper lifted the corner of his mouth in a half-smile. “‘Let the good times roll’,” he answered.

Kalim's smile broadened into a surprised, delighted grin.

“Oh that's perfect! Will you teach me to say it?”

“Eh, we can practice.”

“Yes! Oh, but I want you to be free to speak it how you naturally would, Copper! I like the sound of your accent. It really suits you!”

Feeling more than a bit embarrassed, Copper scratched the back of his neck and muttered a quick “if you say so then, cher,” before finally popping the second strawberry in his mouth.

“Oh, and what does that mean?” Kalim asked. “You said that word before. Cher?”

There was a very near miss as Copper almost choked on the strawberry and had to take a second to regain his composure. Kalim had put a more pronounced and sharp emphasis on the starting vowel sound, and Copper couldn't blame him. He'd never said the word before, and it usually took a try or two for someone to soften and get the short “a” sound of the word.

“Yes,” he finally confirmed. “Cher.”

“What does it mean?” Kalim pressed, leaning forward.

Copper raised a brow. “Wanna take a guess?”

“Hhhmmmm…” Kalim puffed his cheeks out a moment, face scrunched up in thought, before he asked, “Could I have a hint first?”

Unbidden, Copper grinned, hit with a sudden impulse. He gave into it, leaning forward to cup one side of Kalim's face in his hand as he kissed his opposite cheek. What the heck, he was the birthday boy, after all.

When he pulled back, a flush had crept into Kalim’s face, visible even in the darkening evening, but his eyes were bright and dancing.

“Try guessin’ now, cher.”

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Wanted to do something for Kalim's birthday, ended up with this. Wasn't the first fic I've ever wanted to post for Copper but hey, I'm not complaining.

Taglist: @blithesharem @tixdixl @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble @simons-twsted-children

@thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @distant-velleity @rainesol @elenauaurs

(let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for stuff for my TWST OCs!)

[pulim-v]

And here we have our first major ship! Meet Dewtavia, also known as SnowSong or ❄️🎼

Tagging: @shycroissanti @verishere @zenitsustherapist @sapphosdickandballs

[lovelywingsart]

'There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord'

'Soldier Poet King' - The Oh Hellos

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Not the full lyrics but this is the only way I could do it-

Anyway, the trio of Emelia, Astarion, and Vamp!Karl: The Wolf Soldier, the Bat Poet, and the Stallion King

Not the best but close to what I had in mind-

Also the horse is in reference to one of Vamp!Karls shifted forms- a massive Dutch Draft-esque horse. As Astarion says in-game, true vampires are able to shapeshift, so Karl has the horse(Dutch Draft) and a bat (Giant Golden Crowned Flying Fox). So, yes, he CAN turn into a horse here. I forgot to post that sketch here oop

[tixdixl]

Timeline Post: Oisín Anbás

This post is going to be an archival hub for me to store all of my fan fics and actually list them in chronological order. I have a habit of not writing things in order, so this is going to help me navigate and midigate that. As such, this post is likely to undergo repeated changes and updates.

Naturally, of course, you are welcome to read my works. Just I do ask not to be super critical without asking first. ^^;

A couple additional notes:

1. Please do not repost any of my works!

2. You will find direct references and inclusions of other people's OCs, including @cyanide-latte and @ramshacklerumble . For more information on their OCs, please view their blogs.

3. Oisín being a dullahan means that various fics will include references, mentions, or direct inclusions of death and mild body horror. Please proceed with caution.

4. This is a OC X Canon friendly space! Expect a lot of it! Thank you ^^

Pre-NRC - Warning: Book 7 Spoilers Ahead

Where Death and Undeath Meet

Too Soft

A Chance At Love

How Could You Know?

Forced Proximity

Cerulean

Far Cry Cradle

Questions

I'm Yours

Pretty Big Feelings

For His Sake - Companion piece to "Pretty Big Feelings"

Always

Welcome Home

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During NRC

What He Asked For - this fic is centered around Kingsley but includes Oisín

Worth its Weight in Gold

Letters

Dance with Death

Nightmares

Happy New Year

This One I Wrote For You

The Prototype

Cavalier de légende

Tearing Down Walls

A Bitter Hint of Smoke

The Reveal

Cross the Bridge

To Try and Close the Gap

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Post-NRC - Warning: Book 7 Spoilers Ahead

Mah Jong

Scars of the Past

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Letters to Other Characters

Initial Letter to Ren

[anllithix]

Un pequeño comic de San Valentín que olvide publicar aqui

Koba es la troll femenina y Jade es el trolls masculino 🙂

Parte 1

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 — copper resentment ( zhao talisen 164 )◞ ₊˚

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍵 ꒱ tw: dark content, possessive behaviour, yandere behaviour, hair-yanking, forced kissing (?)

“so,” a tall, slender figure leans back on tanned arms. the never-setting sun cast upon copper and pearl jewellery alike — reflecting on the water where long, silk robes float.

“my darling thought it was a good idea to try and escape. . . well, if you could call that pitiful attempt an escape, that is.” copper eyes find yours as the calamity tilts his head back from the glimmering sun — the dusky backlight setting a shadow upon his serene face. the calm before the storm.

with but a swipe of his finger, your body is tugged across the shore and through the waters. it all happened so fast, barely enough to allow for any reaction other than a yelp from you. all you felt was a large cold hand snatching your wrist and holding your form that fell forward — forearms on his lap.

a look of ice is upon talisen's face, and yet it somehow still seems serene. as he leans forward your legs submerged in the water feel a stir and you bite back a whimper. eyes locking, breaths bating, you await the catastrophe.

yet all that comes is a tender stroke to the side of your face and a soft kiss. one that has you quivering yet melting into your calamity lover.

gentle, like a light breeze through a calm stream.

perhaps you overreacted.

perhaps. . .

a sharp pain etches your scalp when strong fingers abruptly snatch your hair. your head is pushed closer and is forcefully tilted so that he kisses your lips with a newfound hunger. a certain control. a claim — reminder, that you are his.

talisen gives a squeeze to your wrists yet not a single care to your whimpers once his tongue pushes into your mouth and he wretches your head closer.

"mine," is all he glowers.

after minutes of heated, possessive kissing — the copper calamity parts, yet snatches your jaw instead. his tight grip holds your face, delicate fingers squishing into your cheeks as he remains but a breath away from you. slitted pupils pouring a thousand promises and threats into your glossing eyes.

“if you ever pull that stunt again. . .” his” his voice lulls, enchanting as ever yet with a venomous undertone nonetheless. like a poisonous honey as his thumb rubs at your cheek.

“I will simply have to take worse measures. and we wouldn't want that. would we, baobei?”

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

No Surprise

[Spoiler and Long Explanation Ahead]

a bit of spoiler cause i'm still in year 5 of the game and i have a lot i wanted to draw before this event

I listen to this song in repeat while making this maybe you should too? (also the reference of the title)

In Year 6, after the death of their best friend, Ben and Jeniferl decided that it is best to break up for the meantime.

Ben believed that despite being together, he had failed to protect her and the people she cares about. The death of Rowan shows that he is still incapable to protect the others, despite his attempts to change. He felt worthless and believed that only a strong, courageous person could be with Jeniferl that can keep her safe... unlike him. He will keep changing, even if it makes him the worst version of himself, until he has proved to himself that he is capable of becoming that person.

Jeniferl on the other hand, didn't want more people to die because of her. She once again blamed herself from all misfortune and believed that the more she is attached to someone, the closer death will come to them. After the death of her best friend, she fears Ben will be next therefore she wants to maintain her distance and, to the best of her ability, suppress her emotions in order to concentrate on breaking the family curse and the curse vault. If she kept bringing ill fortune, she believed she didn't deserve to be loved.

The breakup left a bitter taste in their relationship. They told one another that  they could do anything they wanted regardless of what the other think, but their relationship is over.

On the day of the Masquerade ball

It was surprising how Jeniferl was on the ball despite all the tragedy that happened to her; it was Barnaby’s idea for her to go. Jeniferl and Barnaby are like siblings to one another, for they share the same interest in magical creatures and dueling. Feeling bad about what happened to her, he invited Jeniferl to a dance at the ball in an attempt to cheer her up, which she appreciated and agreed with. But what’s more surprising is what they saw in the Ball, 

Ben and Ismelda were dancing together. 

Everyone was startled that the two were together, but Jeniferl repress her emotions and smiled at them as they danced elegantly in the night. As promised, Barnaby and Jeniferl performed their dance as friends, but someone is watching them closely. It was Ben. Even though he presents a cold and disinterested demeanor around her, he is nonetheless troubled. In actuality, he only attended the event because of her presence. He wasn't supposed to go because he didn't see the point in going and would rather train to get stronger instead. But Ismelda came and informed him how Barnaby would be going with Jeniferl. He requested Ismelda's company in order to verify whether it was real. Upon realizing it to be true, he was reminded of their breakup and understood that there was nothing he could do.

The night may be beautiful, but no surprise, two hearts are left in sorrow once again.

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First I wanna say sorry for my poor writing and grammar skills I just want to finish this so that i can focus on my uni,,

and second, YES, the two broke up after 3 years of flirting and a year of dating ,,how unlucky but thats just the life of Jeniferl. I already planned this ahead before the spoiler TLSQ happen but, I hate to admit it, this tlsq benefit the story and I'm sorryy I added more pain in my story(I'm gonna add more tho).

No hate to Ben and Ismelda shippers, I love Ismelda's character and i just thought her being with ben is an out of character but i become more curious . Also I chose Barnaby because he is the one i chose to be partnered with my mc in the game but in my story, Barnaby doesn't have romantic feelings towards Jeni

But the TLSQ haven't released yet so there might be changes added in the story but who knows, I hate it but I'm excited for this tlsq~ also i kinda didn't follow the color dress code sryy

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[vagabondfandoms]

Falls on Me

Day Two: Morning

Previous Chapters:

Day One: Night

Rating: Teen (For this Chapter)

Characters: Gale Dekarios, F!Tav: Copper, Lae'zel, Karlach, Wyll Ravengard, Shadowheart, and Astarion in order of appearance.

Warnings: N/A, Gale POV, Mentions of chronic pain

First morning together and Gale is taking over cooking duties for the group.

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Gale planned to be the first one awake to start the morning meal but much to his disappointment, two figures were awake and moving around.

"Good morning, Gale." Copper says warmly, pouring steaming liquid into a wooden cup and handing it to the young Githyanki warrior. "Were you able to sleep alright?"

Lae'zel gives the cup a displeased look, that reminds Gale of Tara when she's offered food not up to her standards. The young Gith gives it a hesitant sip, looks surprised, and then proceeds to drink some more.

"Yes, I did." Gale lies, knowing full well it took him hours of combating pain from both his orb and the hard ground to finally fall asleep. "But to be honest, I was expecting to be the first one awake this morning. I hope you aren't trying to take away my self-appointed but hopefully well-deserved cooking duties?"

"Ohh, no." Copper says while shaking her head behind the cup that was at her lips. I can't compete. The stew you made last night was delicious. I only put a pot of sib* on the fire to tie us over until more of us are awake.”

"Good," Gale says merrily as he rolls up his sleeves and reaches for a knife. I didn't want to find myself replaced on our second day together. It was very hard making dinner last night with only a couple of potatoes and a dubious-looking cut of meat.”

“Do you want any help, Gale?” the monk asks, already rising to assist.

“No, no. You go on. Relax!” Gale emphasizes. “I have this under control. We have a busy day ahead of us and these carrots are probably the least taxing things we will have to slice and dice today.” 

Gale waves the knife in the air to emphasize the slicing and dicing part. But he could have gone with the fried and flambéed if he was only considering magical cooking metaphors. 

Copper shrugs and sits back down next to Lae'zel. Gale keeps himself busy chopping up the carrots and potatoes to make a hash. 

He can overhear parts of the conversation around him. Lae'zel was answering some questions about the Githyanki culture that Copper was asking and Gale leans in to hear more. Of course, he read books about the Githyanki but it was entirely different hearing a first-hand account from a member of that race. Fantastical stuff.

"Yo, good morning." Karlach bursts out, as she skips over to the cookfire. "Hey somebody made sib, awesome!"

The chatter around the cookfire continues but a little more loudly than before. Gale just finishes browning the hash in the slightly dented camp skillet they bought from the druid trader for a deal when Shadowheart and Wyll arrive for breakfast. 

The timing makes Gale suspect the duo were hanging out in their tents instead of visiting with the group but he makes no comment as he dishes up the potato mixture into their bowls. 

Wyll happily says thanks while Shadowheart gives him a curt nod of acknowledgment for the food before daintily taking a nibble of seasoned potato.

Lae’zel once again looks at the food dubiously but wolfs the meal down with a warrior's grace. Gale is happy to see his cooking being enjoyed so openly.

In the back of his mind, he begins imagining all the ways he could impress his companions if only he they were back at his kitchen in Waterdeep. But if that was the case none of them would be in this situation with tadpoles in their brains now, probably not even him for other reasons.

Gale places a worried hand on his chest and feels the faint pulse of magic. “The orb is dormant now but for how long?” 

Getting lost in dark thoughts of face tentacles and magical explosions, Gale is surprised by the sudden appearance of Copper by his side. “Hey, you should go sit down and eat.” She says as she starts gathering the dirty dishes to get washed. “I can clean up after everyone.”

“Well, I have…” Gale starts to argue but the fiery tiefling cuts in.

“Yeah, wizard, enjoy your meal! We got this mess.” Karlach smiles while placing a bowl of hash in Gale’s hands and quickly marching him over to sit down with the others, who were in various degrees of conversation.

“-a spell for that,” Gale says deflated as his butt hits the ground. Words fall on deaf ears as the two taller women start carrying dishes to the washing tub to scrub.

The wizard picks at his food but listens in on the conversation between Wyll and Lae’zel about the strengths of their preferred weapons, the rapier and shortsword.

Gale grumpily thinks a fireball would make quick work of either weapon when Astarion sashays over, whining about not getting breakfast and getting surprised when Copper offers him the last bowl. 

The conversations slowly die down as everybody starts to get ready for the day. As Gale slowly gets up, his damn knees disliking being that low to the ground, he looks over at the bowl Astarion left by the fire and notices it's still full.

“The prissy elf didn’t even take a bite of his food even after he made a show of not receiving any.” Gale frowns, making a mental note to not take anything Astarion says too seriously.

Author Note:

Sib is a hot drink made of bark, roots, twigs, and herbs that the mercenaries and common folk consume in the book series The Deeds of Paksenarrion, a DnD-like fantasy world. It's something small to tide one over while waiting for actual food.

[avidrawsthings]

Behold, Ben and Ismelda's kids

I've had Artemis and Apollo's designs in my head for well over two years now?? I had always planned on including an adopted third child which resulted in Astraeus, as being the basic bitch that I am, I wanted to give them a sun/moon/star motif.

As a whole:

They were born in 1997. Apollo and Artemis were born in June, while Astraeus was born that following September.

They created their masks out of Magic for aesthetic reasons. They're used primarily for communication and spying if needed.

The three of them operate a little business that can range from acquiring certain items to completing homework for a price. The higher the desired grade, the higher the fee.

All of them can use Vytarian Magic but aren't dual-enrolled at the academy.

Childhood friends with the quads.

Individual profiles will be below

Apollo Copper

He/Him

Ravenclaw

Introvert

Pastel Goth

Younger twin

He's the one that does the homework of students that pay him. He'll make sure to copy their handwriting to avoid getting caught.

Wields Mannequin Magic, which he'll sometimes use to prank other students.

In his downtime, he enjoys customizing dolls.

Artemis Copper

She/Her

Slytherin

Extrovert

Goth

Older twin

She's the one that will seek out specific items that classmates ask for when she's paid. She draws the line at Love Potions, however.

Uses Illusion Magic, which she'll sometimes use to prank classmates and avoid trouble.

She's best skilled in both Charms and History.

Astraeus Copper

He/Him

Gryffindor

Ambivert

Punk/Goth

Youngest child

His birth parents were Death Eaters that only had him out of necessity to continue the bloodline, and didn't care much for him or each other. Following their deaths at the Battle of Hogwarts, Astraeus was adopted by Ben and Ismelda, who also gave him his current name.

He's fully aware of his heritage, but considers the Coppers to be his true family.

He doesn't like his eyes because it reminds him of his birth parents, having seen photos of them before. The masks were created for this reason.

Artemis and Apollo wear their own masks as a show of support.

Likes to sketch and sculpt as a hobby.

Uses his Gravity Magic to prank classmates.

[eliteseven]

Another upside of the warding rings: would probably be a good replacement for the tadpoles once they're gone. I'd imagine Shads and Serena got real used to their tadpole connection, if Copper For Your Thoughts? is any indication. 😂

Ooh yeah good point! As much as Shadowheart wasn’t a fan of intruding in each other’s minds earlier on, I feel like they spent most of Act 3 just getting really used to having that instant connection.

Just imagine how accustomed they’d become to having (optional) 24/7 unfettered access to each other’s thoughts?

A few examples:

-In dangerous situations, being able to read each other’s thoughts without verbalizing anything? ??Or in physical fights, working in perfect unison???

-Shadowheart softly tugging at Tav’s mind and reciting an incredibly lame Arnell Dad Joke™️ to make her smile on those long, hard walks after a bloody battle. Tav laughing out loud and everyone looking at her like she’s lost it.

-Shadowheart teasing Tav and luring her away from the camp fire with a few very select thoughts and mental images.

-Being so attuned to what the other wants and needs in the bedroom? Copper for Your Thoughts was the tip of the iceberg on how useful that could be in that department 👀 for instance, perhaps indulging in shared fantasy that they otherwise wouldn’t engage in IRL?? Shadowheart freely indulging in her exhibitionist side with Tav in the safety of their shared imagination? Who knows

-Getting to share memories directly! (Of both the wholesome and non wholesome variety)

And they would probably be kinda sad to lose all that, despite wanting to be rid of the tadpoles forever. So the warding bond wedding rings are a nice replacement. It’s not mind reading and they do miss some of the benefits- but sharing feelings is less invasive. And there’s no nasty tadpole so that’s always a plus!