#pwotr wenduag

[morrigan-sims]

Whoever said evil can't be fun was lying.

I'm still going strong on my P:WotR obsession, and this playthrough is my evil run, so I figured it's about time I made the evil-aligned companions in the game.

[reference pics under the cut]

Regill turned out by far the best out of this batch, in part because I either already had or was very easily able to find the exact cc I needed to make him accurately, but Wenduag was super fun to make because I made a mesh edit and recolor just for her. Daeran was also fun to make because he's the most fun (and easiest) to dress. I'm the least happy with Camellia out of this batch, and that might be because she's the most generic appearance-wise. (Yay, half-elves!)

[zevransearring]

my wife and her magnificent personality

[konnie-senpai]

part 3!! wow! these ones go in pairs! close ups under the cut

[tomurakii]

One thing I appreciate about pwotr as opposed to a lot of other crpgs with romanceable characters is that the characters all maintain a specific sexuality rather than the kind of wishy-washy "playersexual" representation you see more and more often. I think the bisexuality of Daeran, Wenduag, and Arueshalae feels so much more genuine when they exist alongside the monosexual companions and each have their own unique prior experiences with sex/love compared to games where everyone's technically bisexual but rarely actually mentions being attracted to both genders (or even any gender, they're only interested in the player), or cases like with Leah in stardew valley where the gender of her ex matches the gender of the player so that the player can project bisexuality or monosexuality onto her as they prefer.

They obviously don't do much in the way of representing gender/body diversity (probably in part due to character models being pretty limited in general) but I think the way sexuality is represented in the game is really well done.

[jean-dieu]

Still in conference, so here's some doodles from memory! This time, Pathfinder WOTR companions to celebrate the new DLC! (well at least most of them)

[dragonologist-writings]

Title: bad idea! Fandom: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Rating: E Status: Complete (3/3) Main Characters: Knight-Commander Lilith de Marc, Wenduag, Queen Galfrey Ships: Galfrey/Lilith/Wenduag Additional Notes: Smut, Devil Mythic Path, Devil!Galfrey, Under-Negotiation of Threesome, Manipulation Word Count: 7.7k Summary: Wenduag wanted to prove her importance. Galfrey wanted to indulge her vices. Lilith wanted to reap the rewards of her devil's plot. A bad idea? Maybe. But if they could all get what they wanted, then maybe not so bad after all.

Femslash February #6: Amaryllis (pride)

Chapter 1:

Lilith always claimed that Wenduag had a jealous streak.

read here on ao3

[spyridonya]

Wenduag purrs, inside seething and malding.

I wanted to work on expressions and I ended up drawing a mean Spider Cat, mostly inspired by dialogue by @silversiren1101.

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Not being able to get through to Wendu hurts Zell especially because on her better days she reminds him of Amiri :(

[amatres]

the is the last of the end of act three i will make yall look at, but i just found these parts of the talk with minagho so interesting

[zevransearring]

was trying to exhaust all daeran banters and came across these gems that did not make it to my wife appreciation post. my wife and her magnificent personality part 2

[jtmarx]

Even if you're evil-aligned, Camelia and Wenduag are just so hard to keep around. Like, could you two just chill for five fucking seconds. Please?

[teddybaeran]

Wenduag is not as smart as she thinks she is, nor is she as strong.

"Weak willed? To choose a weaker companion, because I know I can carry his weight? To choose someone who I know is in control of himself, not having sold themself out of fear for safety? No, ma'am, the weak one here is you."

That said, I personally wish miss Wendu. Her voice is amazing and scratches at me, and I find Lann to be extremely dull. But the things I do for the RP I swear to gods ugh.

Honey. What you realized is that you're weak and need to follow and be protected. However, what you need is not Mix's type of protection. It's Turgi's. Yes, darling, you will be getting the Turgi Treatment in a future playthrough. (Turgi is the one who romanced Astarion, focusing on providing a safe place for him and supporting him in being truly free)

Sull is smarter than she would have had Mix believe. And he's right, she is not brave. And Turgi will love her for it and help her through it (if the game lets this be possible)....in another run.

[dragonologist-writings]

Title: The Flame Fandom: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Rating: M Status: One-Shot Main Characters: Knight-Commander Lilith de Marc, Wenduag Ships: Lilith/Wenduag Additional Notes: Wenduag Being Wenduag, Brief Mention of Past Abuse, A Dance of Masks Word Count: 1.7k Summary: Wenduag revisits her past, remembers old ghosts, and considers what is most important to her now.

Femslash February #1: Tansy (we burned down the world, let's build our own on the ashes)

read below or here on ao3

Far below Kenabres, deep in the caves where the sun never touches, Wenduag lights a torch.

Shadows writhe across the walls in a twisted dance of light and darkness. Wenduag doesn’t need the illumination; she could navigate this place blindfolded, if needed. But the torches always added a certain mood, and she wants to share that mood now with Lilith.

“Hymns were sung here, once,” she says in a low voice. She follows the curve of the altar room’s stone walls, tending to each torch in turn. As she moves, she continues her recitation. “Sacrifices were made. Fires burned, murders were planned, mouths feasted upon food and the bodies of lovers. Swords were sharpened for the battles to come.”

She pauses, taking a moment to watch the growing torchlight, the only sign of life in this tomb of hers. “Now it is just stones and ghosts. But the stones remember the heat of the fires, and the ghosts remember the heat of the freshly spilled blood.”

Lilith, for her part, keeps her distance, though her cautious eyes follow along with thinly veiled curiosity. “And what are we doing here?” she finally asks; Wenduag ducks into the shadows to hide her answering grin.

“I told you, Mistress. I have a surprise for you.”

“And I told you, I detest surprises.” Her words don’t fool Wenduag, not when they’re paired with the coy curve of her lips and that flicker of anticipation in her gaze. As much as she tries to be above it all, Wenduag knows Lilith has never been able to resist her games. But Lilith also cannot abide ceasing control to anyone else, and her impatience is growing evident. “You’ve had your dramatics…now tell me what we came here for.”

“If you insist.” With the torches lit and Lilith’s attention on her, Wenduag moves to the center of the room. Her feet pass quietly over stones marred with gouges and bloodstains, until she stands before a familiar altar. It’s a laughably simple thing, just a hunk of worthless stone that was roughly carved until it resembled something serviceable. But staring at it now sends a knife twisting through Wenduag’s stomach.

With a silent snarl, she quickly squashes down those craven feelings. She refuses to be distracted now; she came here with a plan, and she will carry it out.

“The past called me back here,” she tells Lilith. “This is the burial place of many memories.”

(This is the altar where Hosilla first pressed aasimar flesh to Wenduag’s lips, urging her on until she developed the hunger to devour it herself. These are the stones Wenduag fell to when Hosilla’s whip cut harsh lines across her back, punishment for some weakness or failure. This is the room where their two bodies would become one, both of them seeking that heady competition of pain and pleasure- though looking back now, Wenduag can see just how often pain won out.

Hosilla taught Wenduag about strength; Wenduag owed her for that, if nothing else. And it was here, in this room, that Wenduag’s arrow pierced that bitch’s heart.)

“The evil of the Maze has been cast out,” Wenduag murmurs, “but the ghosts remain. They remember me. They remember what I did.”

(Are you still here, Hosilla? Are you watching, are you listening, are you waiting for me to come back?)

Lilith’s eyes are heavy on Wenduag. “As they should.”

“You understand.” Wenduag had known she would. She always has. Wenduag looks down at the altar to hide her smile as she glides her nails across the stone. “They’re still here. In the walls. In my memory. All of them.”

(Lann was down here, too, though not in this room, not until the very end. But in the end he did just what Wenduag knew he would- he lived like a cave rat, scurrying through the shadows, clinging to those stupid ideas of his. As if his ideas, his sniveling delusions of heroics, were ever any good to anyone, save for the weak entertainment he provided Wenduag as she toyed with her food.

At least he fought back, in the end. That was almost a surprise; he’d always thought himself better than Wenduag, holding himself high above her in some vague but oh-so-noble measurement. Yet for all that, he held nothing back when he tried to kill her. It was as stupid as everything else he ever did, but at least he gave her that much.)

“You must have thought about it,” Wenduag says, as the memories vibrate in the stone beneath her fingers. “How I’ve killed all my previous lovers. How I could do the same to you.”

With quick steps, Wenduag whirls to Lilith and closes the distance between them, her fingers wrapping around Lilith’s wrist. She can feel her lover’s pulse beneath her fingertips.

“I’ve known the taste of aasimar,” she says in a hoarse whisper. She leans closer, her lips hovering over the glowing veins of Lilith’s neck. “I dug my teeth into their flesh and savored every bite. All in this very room.”

Lilith’s pulse is racing, but she does a good job of hiding it; she gives a low chuckle, and moves closer to press herself against Wenduag’s chest. “Is that why you brought me here?” she taunts. “To devour me?”

The question sends an eager shiver down Wenduag’s spine, and her grip on Lilith’s wrist tightens. “Do you think I would? Do you think your loyal consort would lure you to some secluded place with such murderous intentions?”

“She could try,” Lilith says. “She would not succeed.”

(Are you watching, Hosilla? Are you listening, Lann? Did you both think the same?)

Wenduag laughs and presses her lips against Lilith’s neck, teeth grazing skin as she works her way up to whisper in her ear. “Even if she soaked the placed in alchemist’s fire, and lit a spark? Could tons of tumbling rocks do what a horde of demons could not?” Wenduag pulls away to give Lilith a smug, gloating grin. “Why do you think I invited you here?”

“Is that a serious question?” Lilith traces a finger under Wenduag’s chin, not a hint of fear in her eyes- only a hunger that Wenduag knows very well. “I confess, I don’t know your exact reasons. But if you’re actually attempting to frighten me, you’ll have to try much harder.”

It’s an invitation as much as it is a challenge, and Wenduag knows they could carry this on for some time. But though the thought is tempting, Wenduag does have a reason for all this, and it’s time she get to it. She leans into Lilith’s touch, and her voice turns to a purr. “Of course I wouldn’t hurt you. I’d sooner kill anyone who made the attempt.”

“There you are,” Lilith murmurs. Her nails trail along Wenduag’s chin, leaving goosebumps down in their wake, down her neck, along her collarbone, parting the folds of her shirt-

But Wenduag can’t get distracted, not yet. Her little joke may be over, but she came here for a reason all the same.She pulls away, and Lilith’s hand goes still. The commander isn’t used to being denied, especially not in moments like this, and she watches Wenduag now with a cautious curiosity burning in her eyes.

Wenduag looks away, turning her own gaze to the stones and stairs and caverns around her. This is where her past lives, written in blood and carved into the earth. It’s Hosilla, and it’s Lann, and it’s this Maze where Wenduag was formed in all her strength and viciousness. The dead and the slaughtered haunt this place, and this place haunts Wenduag in turn.

But not for long.

“Hosilla taught me that there is no goal worth dying for,” Wenduag says, “And she was right. But you-”

Weduag turns back to Lilith, and she gathers all her courage. This is important for her to say, out loud, at least once. “You showed me that not everything is worth living for, either. It’s no longer enough for me to simply eat, breathe, fight, day in and day out. I want to live for something important. Someone important. You.”

“And this place…” Wenduag sweeps her arm out, her excitement rising. “There is no one left to live for this place now. It can go up in flames for all I care. So let’s do it. Let’s burn it all down.”

Lilith’s arms are around Wenduag before she can say another word, and Wenduag fears for a moment that she is about to be kissed. But Lilith just holds her close, and Wenduag can’t see her face but she can hear the low tremor in her voice as she says, “I love you, Wenduag. Remember that.”

There is something ominous in her words- something that Wenduag has sensed before, the very thing which spurred Wenduag to do this, and to do it now, and to say all those awful, sentimental things out loud just to make sure that Lilith fucking understands how much Wenduag needs her in this world.

And then the moment is over. Lilith has pulled back, hands out, tiny flames dancing across her palms.

“Where do you want to start?”

Wenduag stares at Lilith, a lump in her throat. But she looks over at the altar, and she finds herself saying, “Right at the heart of it, and don’t stop until it’s all ash.”

They watch from the balcony as flames lick up the walls, devouring everything in their path.

“I’ve always loved staring into fire,” Wenduag says, but it’s the heat of Lilith’s hand in hers which truly commands her attention. “Watching my past burn away…it’s better than I’d imagined.”

Lilith leans close and presses her lips to Wenduag’s jaw. This time, Wenduag embraces the sensation, pulling at Lilith’s robes as the flames and heat intensify. Her enchanted ring activates just before the blistering air becomes unbearable, teleporting them back to their bed at the tavern, where a fire of a different kind takes over.

“We are the flame,” Lilith whispers like a prayer against Wenduag’s skin, and Wenduag echoes her words.

“We are the flame, my mistress. My Commander. My Lilith.”

So don’t you leave me. Don’t you ever dare leave me out in the cold.

[dragonologist-phd]

owlcat really did say Lilith can have two evil queens in love with her!

[marchingbandtshirt]

In other news I’ve only had Wenduag for a few hours but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in the party and then myself

^ Pathfinderpilled righteousmaxxer

[quenthel]

was thinking abt how they would look like in contemporary clothes...

bonus: some of my commanders