#thanks for the food larian

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Turns out it's not just the romanceable companions who got shiny new kiss animations in the update.

[miyku]

[devotedlystrangewizard]

el pov angle had me stunned but hi hey hello why am i giggling

[asweetprologue]

new patch 5 epilogue is the ending that I personally deserve

[eldritchblaaaast]

*sweats in bisexual*

[palipunk]

[Dark Urge tav] thank you Larian Studios for evil women food

[thunderwavesolveseverything]

The Night We Met

[Astarion x Named Tav]

Astarion gave her a beguiling smirk, his body moving fluidly as he waved his hand about, “Darling, I’m bored out here in the wilderness. I’m only trying to gossip.” “Then read a book. We found plenty.” She narrowed her eyes, hinting about the giant stack Gale had built near his tent with his finds from the crypt. Astarion's curiosity was genuinely peeked now. Was this little bard hiding a deep, dark, dirty secret? He kept his mouth closed as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

or...

Astarion tries to flirt, to keep setting his nice, simple plan in motion but fails, only succeeding in touching a nerve.

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Can we all say a thank you to Larian for blessing us with patch 5? Cause omg

Also the song Phayelynn sang in the last chapter and the song I named this chapter after is "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron. I really love that song, and I think it's perfect for any Tav/Astarion relentionship, or even any Tav/companions. It's just a really cute song ❤️

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Read on AO3 or below :)

Masterlist for Phayelynn's adventures here

The Night We Met

Phayelynn had found a little secluded spot for herself down by the river that ran by their camp. The moon reflected against the easy current, giving the air a soft glow, and for a moment, she felt at peace. The only sounds were cricket chirping and the crackling of the campfire a little ways away. 

She let out a deep sigh, willing away the tension that had been building up within. The peace only lasted a moment. She found herself growing restless again, her mind already spiraling on thoughts of back home. Her uncle- she didn’t want to think about what he must be going through right now after her disappearance. He was smart, and it wouldn’t take long for him to realize what had happened to her. They had arrived just outside of Baldur’s Gate a few days before the Nautiloid showed, and he knew Phayelynn’s curiosity for the city would’ve lured her in while he was getting word on their next job. 

She could only hope that’s what he assumed was her reasoning for venturing into the city alone. No god would save her from his wrath if he found out her true reasoning. If she survived this, she’d never speak of her attempted foolish endeavor and rush back to him and pretend non of this ever happened. 

Phayelynn let out another sigh, leaning back so her palms rested flat against the dirt floor and she could get a clear view of the starry night sky. Her hand came into contact with a scrap of paper, and a smile flashed across her face. She picked up the piece of parchment, eyes glancing over it once more. 

It was the story Mirkon had written for her, his way of thanking her for saving him from the harpies. The way his face lit up as she thanked him, encouraging his creativity was worth the scolding she had gotten later on from Shadowheart. 

The cleric had been furious, to put it lightly, when she had learned of their detours. She berated Phayelynn like a child. It was embarrassing- more embarrassing than her and Gale’s first meeting only a day ago. 

Why had she slapped his hand? That’s clearly not what he had meant. She shook her head and cringed at the memory. 

At least Lae’zel had her back. To an extent, of course. She’d been vocal since entering the grove that the druids were a waste of time. While in the marketplace, Lae’zel and Shadowheart had come across the tiefling Zorru, the gith had mentioned. He marked their map with the location of where there’d been Githyanki sightings. Phayelynn saved time by insulting Kagha and refusing help from their healer. Finding her people and a creche should be their only focus. 

Gale had intervened, telling them they should all rest and turn in for the night, having finished putting away their food supplies. He’d offer to cook, to which their stomachs had been grateful. He could sense Shadowheart’s desire not to drop the subject, and Astarion only encouraged her, egging her on at Phayelynn’s expense. As her companions started trickling off to their respective tents, Phayelynn made sure to shoot Gale a thankful look before heading off to her little spot. 

“It’s quite a sight.” 

Phayelynn jumped, shuffling where she sat at the sudden voice. She turned her head, eyes wide, her heart slowly settling when she saw that it was just Astarion. Her relief didn’t last long as she gave him a questioning look. 

What did he want now? 

Astarion wasn’t looking at her, standing a few feet away, staring out into the night sky. He finally craned his neck down, looking over her face with a grin. He waved his hands out towards the scenery before them, “The stars, I mean. I could take or leave your chin.” 

Phayelynn gave him a sour look, letting out a huff. She turned her back to him, not in the mood. She narrowed her eyes at the parchment in her hands when she heard his chuckle, followed by his footsteps against the gravel of the riverside shore. 

“Am I disturbing you?” He asked once he stood next to where she sat, looking down at what she was reading. He leaned down slightly to get a better look. 

“Actually, you kind of are,” Phayelynn said without looking up. She tried to focus on Mirkon’s words, on anything besides him. 

“Hmm….” Astarion began reading over her shoulder. “Very strong…killed the harpies in one blow-Ha! Want to be just like the greatest bard ever. Well, I guess embellishing the details comes with the profession, so he has potential.” 

Phayelynn folded the paper so he could no longer read it. She still didn’t want to meet his eye, knowing that he was being purposely nasty to her now at this point. She had thought they might be friends, but now she wasn’t so sure. 

However, something about him made her want to know more. To not completely toss out the idea of friendship. She could read this performance from a mile away. Why he felt the inclination to put on an act for her, she didn’t know but it was indiscreet,  She’d been doing the same for years- pretending to be someone she wasn’t. 

She gave him a pensive look, studying his face as his eyes met her at her folding of the parchment. They were all still practically strangers. They didn’t owe each other the truths of their backstories. She definitely wasn’t willing to share hers yet, so she couldn’t expect him to be ready to share his.

She could indulge him for now. 

With a playful shrug, she settled back comfortably. “I don’t know, I think it’s very cute. And sweet,” she gave him a teasing smile, and he tilted his head, amused and intrigued, “You’re just jealous there’s no mention of a grumpy pale fellow.” 

“A grumpy pale fellow?” his own smile straightened out with a huff, “Really?” 

“Well, I’m just saying,” she shrugged, turning away from him to look out into the water. “maybe if you’re a little nicer to people, you’ll get a story written about you someday.” 

“And will you be the one to write it?” he smirked, looking her up and down before moving to sit on a nearby stone not too far from her. He looked back out into the sky. 

“Like I said, maybe if you start being a little nicer. And if I don’t have anything better to do,” she kept the airiness in her tone. She didn’t sound too seriously invested in the conversation, but she also made sure to make herself not sound bored either. 

He let out a loud chuckle, his head falling back. She quirked an eyebrow. It had seemed rehearsed. Scripted. She bit back a frown, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. 

She rested her head on her knees as she looked over his features. His strong jaw, deep, ruby red eyes- the way his hair curled around his face. He looked too flawless. Too perfect, she settled on. It was drawing her in. 

What was he trying to gain from her with this? He wasn’t this way with the others. She got a flash of dread and panic but hid it just as well. 

“Did you want something?” she asked before he could speak. He opened his mouth, caught off guard by her question. She could tell this was already derailing from how he wanted this conversation to go. She continued, “It’s just, I thought you’d still be brooding after today.” 

Astarion laughed, this time seeming a little more genuine. He gave her another once over before looking away. “No, no, I just wanted a quiet place to think. Gale’s snoring- terrible.” he shuddered at the thought before looking back at the girl. “I wanted to reflect on the events of the day; how you have the irresistible urge to trifle in other’s business despite my best advice.” 

Phayelynn couldn’t stop the dramatic roll of her eyes. 

“You didn’t have to help.” She sighed, feeling a smidge bit guilty. He had gotten pretty diced up in their fight against the harpies. Shadowheart, thankfully, was able to heal the claw marks sliced across his face without leaving scars. The bitterness from earlier returned though, his and Shadowheart’s ganging up on her at dinner still not blown over. “I think you’ve all gotten your point across for the day.” 

Astarion loosened his shoulders. 

“I supposed,” he raised a hand, motioning about before clenching it into a fist, dropping his down to his lap, “It’s not an awful trait to have- rather too noble for my tastes, but I guess what you did for that boy and the little thief could be deemed admirable to most.” 

“I-I-” she stammered at first, “I couldn’t just stand by and not help. I’m sorry. I have a soft spot for kids.” 

“Noted,” Astarion nodded. “So our little trip to the old woman’s house should have no hitches.” 

Phayelynn couldn’t help but laugh, remembering Shadowheart mentioning that tomorrow she wanted them to meet with a woman she’d met in the market, who promised something that could help them. They only had to travel to her home at the edge of the woods. 

“Shadowheart says I’m the bad one.” she giggled. “Ten gold this woman she’s talking about is a witch or a hag- some fairytale creature. I mean, seriously? A little old lady who lives alone in the woods? I know she’s suffering from memory loss, but Shadowheart seems to have read at least one children’s tale as a child?” 

Astarion laughed heartily in agreement.

“Well, darling, I supposed you’ll be the one tomorrow to make Shadowheart eat her own words then?” 

She smiled. 

They fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the fire, crickets, and occasional owl hooting returning them to a calm. 

Astarion shifted, not wanting to sit in silence for long. 

“That song, the one you sang to break us out of the harpy’s spell?” he asked, “Did you write it?” 

“Oh, that? No,” she blushed, her hands suddenly needing to play with something. She started to fiddle with the parchment, bending it back and forth, forcing herself to stop so she wouldn’t wear it out and rip it. She started picking at the itchy fabric of her tunic. “My father wrote it. I- er, I have his journal. He was a bard, too, he traveled a lot. He’d write about his adventures, and then some of the songs he wrote are also there. He had written that about my mother.” 

Astarion felt her hesitation on the subject, hinting at an all too evidently unoriginal backstory for her. Boring, he hummed to himself, but he concealed it well. His hand trailed up to play with a curl behind his ear, having seen her eyes trace over them earlier. He gave her a specious smile, “Tell me, you’ve mentioned living with an uncle? Let me guess, you were orphaned at a young age, and all you have left is your father’s journal. You aspire to be just like him. Hmm?” 

Phayelynn looked uncomfortable, and Astarion had to keep himself from showing his panic. Maybe he dug deep a little too fast. He saw her shift, grasping at the paper and shoving it in her pocket. She was about to stand. 

He could easily still save this.

“Wait-” he stood as she did, reaching out a hand to keep her in place. Her jaw clenched, an ugly twist to her pink lips. He laid a hand against his breastbone, his shoulders pulled down low. “I’m not good at this. What I was trying to say, in a long, looped-around way, was that it was beautiful. Your voice was…” he paused, his voice growing deeper as he spoke. “beautiful.” 

“Oh,” she said dumbly. She bit her lip, nervously and stupidly falling for his charm. Part of her told her it was an act, but another voice told her this part wasn’t. She felt a slight itch. It was her tadpole reaching into his. 

Beautiful. 

Sincere. 

“You’re not far off.” She admitted, swallowing the lump in her throat hard. Maybe he would do the same if she opened herself up to him only a little. “I wasn’t that young. I was about 16 when I lost them.”

“Darling, I’m over 200 years old. That is young.” He laughed. He tried to gauge her age. “You’re a half-elf, but you are—-young? If 16 isn’t young to you, you can’t be more than a few decades old.” 

“I’m 28,” she confirmed sheepishly. 

“That does explain a lot.” he snickered as she rolled her eyes again at him. 

“My lack of self-preservation?” she cocked an eyebrow. 

“So you do listen to me when I talk?” He took a step forward, leaving less space between them. 

He recounted her back with the tiefling children when they had returned to Mirkon and went into their little cave hideout. She had said she knew what it was like to have to steal to survive. Her self-proclaimed soft spot for children- he was starting to paint a clear picture of her to work with. 

“What did you mean, back when we dropped the boy off? I take it you and your uncle didn’t live comfortably?” 

Her eyebrows pinched together, giving him a too-quick smile. She was unable to hide her caution. He was asking too many questions. Too many specific questions. She doubted he cared to learn about her. She felt a flare of nervousness. 

Did he know? 

Her eyes squinted at him. She tried to pull through to him through their connection, but she felt him close himself off to her. She tilted her head, and he did the same at her, knowing she had caught him. 

No, hells, there’d be no way he would know. 

He stood up straight, lightly scolding himself for not expecting her sudden shift in tone. He was only a few days out of Baldur’s Gate and already out of practice. He pulled a beguiling face, his body moving fluidly as he waved his hand about, “Darling, I’m bored out here in the wilderness. I’m only trying to gossip.” 

She narrowed her eyes a second time.

“Then read a book. We found plenty.” She hinted about the giant stack Gale had built near his tent with his finds from the crypt. 

His curiosity was genuinely peeked now. Was this little bard hiding a deep, dark, dirty secret? He kept his mouth closed as he ran his tongue over his teeth. 

“I touched a nerve,” he said flatly, leaving the statement up to her interpretation.

“Fine,” Phayelynn said abruptly, crossing her arms against her chest. “My mother got sick.” her voice was tight, never staggering as she gave him the gossip he wanted, “She died a year into her sickness, and my father was murdered by some asshole a few days later. My uncle took me in. We were constantly traveling, trying to make money to survive. We stole a lot. We had the whole act down. I would distract the audience with my playing, and then my uncle would go around pit-pocketing the crowd. Not very noble, but it kept us fed. That boy, Mattis, and his sister were using a charmed coin. It changes to whatever side the person who cast the charm says. It was one of the first tricks my uncle taught me. That’s how I knew the girl would steal from me. Every time I said heads or tail, and Mattis repeated after me, it was pretty clear what they were up to. Now, anything else?” 

She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to ask her one more question. 

“You can’t just end it there!” His eyes lit up, a little too delighted. “Murder? Your little thieving days? I want the details, darling! The most important parts are clearly being left out!” He pouted. 

She scoffed at him. She shouldn’t have put it past him to be this insensitive. 

“I told you everything you need to know. Maybe if you tell me more about yourself, I’ll be more inclined to further expand.” 

“What’s more to tell? I’m a magistrate back in the city- rather boring in comparison.” He sighed, looking at his nails. He quickly changed the subject. He gave her a nod, “I guess I should be giving you more credit than I have. When this little adventure of ours is over, will you return to your days of thieving and conning the innocent?” 

Phayelynn let out a heavy sigh. That was a question she hadn’t wanted to think about. It was almost more terrifying than the tadpole wiggling in her head. 

“I don’t know.” she looked to the side, back to the water hitting softly against the shore. “I left for Baldur’s Gate on my own. I had business there I wanted to do on my own.” 

“So the mystery behind the great bard continues,” he smirked slyly. 

She huffed; she didn’t owe him an explanation. She turned to face him, looking him over teasingly and with a mischievous grin. She could work this conversation just as well as he was trying to. “Why? Are you going to be sad when our little adventure together is over?” 

Astarion allowed her to change the subject, “Ha! You are quite the ally- even with the little hiccups we’ve had thus far on our journey. I guess the tiefling child did have some proper idea about you. Traversing Avernus? Surviving the crash? The Goblin pack? Standing up to the druid and then facing off against a flock of harpies?” he listed off on his fingers, titling his head side to side in a sing-song way to each. When he was done, he put his hand down, looking her square in the eye, making her breath hitch. “Jokes aside, I’m not easily impressed by people, and when I am, I don’t know how to really show it- and we do have our rather different views on things, but all that being, I have to say, out of all our companions, you’re the one I’ve grown to trust and want to stand by the most.” 

He blinked a few times at her, his face softening. 

Sincere. 

Phayelynn took a breath as their tadpoles connected again. 

“I don’t know if I want you to run off from me just yet.” 

Phayelynn let his words sink into her like the harpy’s song. Her face flushed. “Oh, I thought you didn’t like me.” 

Why was she suddenly so shy? 

“You have your quirks, but I rather not beat a dead horse,” he admitted, seeing her fall but he only allowed it for a moment. “You have your charms as well.” He looked at her with a dangerously pretty smile on his lips. He lowered his voice, “More than you think.” 

Phayelynn felt her heart start to beat fast. Uncontrollably so, for that matter. She tried to tell herself not to take too much stock in his words, but how could she not? Not when he said them while looking at her the way he was looking at her. Like she was some precious thing, and under the moonlight and stars to add to it.

“We could still travel together.” She pipped up before she could think about her words.

“A delicious thought,” Astarion said, making her heart flutter. He pulled her eagerness back, “But,” he trailed off, giving her a moment to jump in, seeing her flustered face at his choice of words. 

“I’m just joking. ” she tried to back peddle. “I have to return to my uncle once this is all said and done. And I’m sure you have some big life back in the city. Being a magistrate and all.”

Her comment threw him off as if he had forgotten he’d told her that. He quickly gathered himself, “Yes, of course. I can’t spend the rest of my life gallivanting in the wilderness. I miss civilization. A firm bed, plush pillows, good wine-” He tried to pick himself back up, but thoughts of what was actually waiting for him back in the city started to plague him. He let out a tired sigh. “Darling, I enjoyed this chat, truly, but I’m getting tired. I’m going to go rest my head.” 

“Oh,” Phayelynn looked a little surprised by his sudden shift. “Okay.” 

He flashed her one last smile for the night. “I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep tight.” 

“You too,” she frowned as he rushed off. 

She took a few minutes to replay the conversation, a sour feeling bubbling in her stomach. She felt entranced by their private moment alone, but also something felt wrong about the entire thing. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it anymore. She was getting tired. 

She stood and started heading back towards her bedroll near the fire, not realizing the chill that ran up her arms now. It was dark, the light of the fire not too far off, she couldn’t wait for her head to hit her pillow, she was so tired-

“We meet again, as I predicted.” 

“Hells!” Phayelynn nearly jumped out of her skin for a second time that night at the sound. She let out a shrill scream, surely alerting the others in the camp as she turned her head towards the direction of the voice, seeing the being from the dank crypt that had come out of the sarcophagus. 

Maybe Astarion was right; she missed civilization. 

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[redundantharpoons]

larian plz

Apparently Minthara's VA has been in the studio again for some after-release recording, so I'm just going to go ahead and drop the headcanon I came up with during EA for "good playthrough but you get to keep Minthara" here just in case . . .

I feel like if you side with the tieflings during the grove event but toggle on non-lethal damage to knock Minthara out rather than kill her, the after-battle scenes should include one where you find that they have captured Minthara and she's basically bedraggled in a cage, fully restrained with shackles and such. In just a really pitiable, pathetic situation but she keeps her chin up and her jaw clenched, too proud to be broken even in this situation. And perhaps, just perhaps, her faith gives her confidence that The Absolute has planned this.

When she sees you walk through the camp and everyone thanking and cheering you, maybe she pushes into your mind with the worm, maybe not. I think only if you're drow or depending on dialogue choices before to make her think if you can be easily turned back or not. But I think for most people she's written you off as an infidel and traitor to the absolute and other than a glare she doesn't acknowledge you at all.

While talking to Halsin, or Zevlor, or someone "in charge," you are being thanked for all you did for the grove and tieflings, and they express that they are in your debt, ask if there's anything they can do for you despite having so little, etc. And you should be able to choose "I'll take the drow prisoner off your hands."

Depending on who is with you, most of your party members are going to be disapproving/wary, but you can (and this is true, it should be an option later in the game) say you will use her as leverage or a bargaining chip in Moonrise or otherwise when dealing with the Absolute, or acknowledge that her insider knowledge of what's going on would make her a valuable prisoner to keep nearby.

If she overhears you asking for her as your "reward," she might push in now, but I still don't think she does, she just watches, appraisingly. (Or, perhaps depending on your dialogue choices this was all her orchestration via the mind worm; that she reached out to you when she saw you and assured you that The Absolute is not done with you, and that she brought you together and spared you both for a greater purpose, and you must free her so you can return to Moonrise together, as The Absolute clearly intends!)

The druids and tieflings are clearly uncomfortable with the idea of letting such a dangerous prisoner out of their hands; odds are they intended to kill her after a while (they were letting people throw food and stuff at her through the cage for a while as catharsis :( ) and so the idea of her possibly escaping or being set free by you later doesn't feel good. But you can convince/intimidate them over how much you've done for them, how you are clearly the more capable group to look over her since you had to look over them too, etc. Eventually they acquiesce, and there's a prisoner handoff scene, some banter with the party members about how you better know what you're doing.

And in my headcanon there's tons more content that gets very sexy in the times after that once you have Minthara in your camp as somewhat of a prisoner-in-tow (lots of her pushing into your brain and . . . showing you things, making you feel things 👀 with you second-guessing if she's actually into you or just manipulating you for her freedom), but suffice it to say from there the various game experiences maybe allow her to warm up to your party or your party to warm up to her . . . or maybe not and you just trade her away to slavers or kill her or whatever. But I always felt that was a pretty simple way to allow you to spare the tieflings and recruit Minthara, and I'm sad it's not in the game.

[evalli]

i'm not going to post anything super long or spoilery at this point, but there is so much Shar and Selûne and Netheril shit going on i'm crawling the walls.

i have so many theories floating around in my head. i NEED to know more about what's going on, but unfortunately am back at the work mines tomorrow morning. thank you for the food, Larian.

[khadame]

When talking about how long Karlach was outside, Withers mentions it was about 120 days canonically, or 4 months from start to finish! Finally got a confirmation on that thanks for the food Larian

[hedgiestail]

I wonder what spawn-Astarion will say in new "after" scene when you kill other spawns and not release them? 🤔

btw I won't argue about it and please don't take offence. In no way this is to shit on anyone who enjoys it!

I am OPEN to discussion, just not the "4chan" or reddit or Twitter understanding of discussion. Let's be civil and respect each other's opinion.

After all we are here to have fun!

Also, please, kindly note that I haven't finished act 3 with patch 5 yet and seen only few spoilers with Astarion lines about spawns.

I think that this is one of the thing that Larian done bad in Astarion's quest line.

Too idealist and fairy tale like to release 7000 driven by hunger vampire spawns in the Underdark without any consequence. With none, not a single one, wanting to take revenge upon the ones who doomed them to suffer. To live in a small cages, butt-to-butt, without food, without hope, accompanied only by the screams of the new victims.

"Ah, sorry, we made it because Cazador ordered" won't be the good enough reason to not kill someone who inflicted years, decades of the worst of the nightmares upon you.

How many of them actually have sound enough mind to try and learn how to live without hurting the living? How many of them will go the Cazador way because of the power and revenge?

Also, releasing them to the Underdark... A lot of them would have died in the first few days. Can you imagine this? Finally be free from the nightmare just to be torn apart by some beast

Looking at the vampire children all I can think of is that they will be like that forever. They will never grow up. Thank you, Interview with the vampire, for scarring lil me to the point I can't not think about the tragedy of the vamp-child.

And why no one care about the amount of animals that need to be killed daily for spawns? Astarion alone can suck bear dry, what about 7000 hunger driven spawns? And no, regular humans don't eat a bear or boar per day.

Astarion jokes about them killing another gnome... If it is a joke

So yeah, while it's the horrific choice to make, scary, awful, I believe it's better to kill them(and my boy defenetly got totally wasted after, crying his heart out, as do I)

(I really don't like killing them. Kids especially)

And damm would it be mature if Larian showed some of this consequence

But no

We apparently have a Disney fairy tale

A shame truly

Also what is upsetting is that we can only interact with kids, who are freshly turned and Sebastian

And that's it

I wanna see cages full of cachectic looking spawns trying to catch Tav&Co to feed on them

Don't tell me about Cazador's horrors, show me!

[scrollofsummonquasit]

non-story spoilers for act 3

but man they really gave the player that entire upper floor of the inn and laid it up with personalized bed arrangements, a central pit, a fireplace, a dumbwaiter for food, and a hookah circle. larian said “you bitches wanna write fanfic? yeah you do. take the world’s easiest setting for anything you’d ever want to write and remember to say thank you”. and i DO say thank you. i do.

[criminalhobbit]

People I'd like to get to know

Thank you to @luv-not-hate for tagging me in this! I'm not used to posting anything on here but this seems fun :).

Last song: Lady Writer by the Dire Straits. It has a KILLER guitar solo that isn't as well-known as the one in Sultans of Swings and I'm absolutely living for it.

Favorite color: There aren't that many colours that I don't like! I tend to go for deep blue, but forest green is a close second. Pink is just about the only colour I'm not a fan of.

Last movie/TV show: I recently finished Bodies on Netflix, and it was...ok. Not a bad show, just not as good as it could have been in my opinion. Now if you're looking for a mind blowing time travelling show of amazing quality, I HIGHLY recommend Dark on Netflix!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: YES/ Yes / Yes. I LOVE anything sweet! Baking is a hobby of mine so you'll often find me in the kitchen making banana bread or brownies when I should really be doing something else. It's my way of procrastinating. I like spicy food! I like to think that I can handle it pretty well? At least as well as a white person can handle it ;). As for savoury, who doesn't like savoury food?

Relationship status: Single, and perfectly happy. While I do find the idea of partnership appealing, I don't crave it or need it to be happy. I've got friends and family and I am quite pleased with my situation.

Last thing I googled: How chocolate was brought into the French court during the 16th-17th history. I'm a sucker for history and always looking for fun party facts :). If you were interested, it was through King Louis XIV's wife, Maria Theresa of Spain, who loved hot chocolate and made it popular in France :).

Current obsession: I sold my soul to Larian. I'm deep in Baldur's Gate III these days (though who isn't??) and loving every second of it. It really reminds me of Dragon Age Origin in the best of ways. I love how you can gather allies and get them to play a meaningful part of how your story will end, as it did for the DA:O ending. I haven't finished the game yet but I'm in Act 3! My other obsession is the Legend of Drizzt series. I've been playing DnD since I was 17 and I've recently made the switch from player to DM, and so I picked up the Drizzt series as a way to familiarize myself with the lore of DnD. So far I'm on book 5 (of like 40??) and adoring it!

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[landlordevil]

I was tagged by @agnikai for a "get to know you better" tag game!!! TY I love doing these they're so fun TT_TT

three ships

Wyll/Astarion if you can believe it

Ada/Leon

Every other Wyll ship TBH (esp with Karlach, Lae'zel, and Tav :3c )

last film

Brain Damage. Loved the practical effects and inherent eroticism of brain parasites. BG3 has a lot to learn from Henenlotter

currently watching

IWTV, TPB, The Bear, there's more I'm forgetting certainly

currently reading

Orientalism by Edward Said- been on my "to read" for a long time and I finally got a copy

Next on my list: some of the pulp novels I've gotten recently (I collect them). Possessed, Four From Planet 5, Night Club Nurse, to name a few.

currently consuming

Alwazah brand black tea with cardamom. Try it. NOW

Listening to Dracula's Wedding by Outkast cuz I woke up with it stuck in my head...

currently craving

Food from a bakery that closed in January. I think the owners sold/gave the recipes to another bakery but that bakery was very accessible to me so having it gone like tore out a chunk of my HEART

Seconding more Wyll scenes Larian give me your address I just want to talk (I have sent Larian messages actually but they're probably squashed underneath all of the people admitting they send Astarion xreader fic to the official Larian contact page)

Anyways THANK UUUU ummm if anyone wants to do it say I tagged u but I will also tag @dracoshield @strawbebemilk @park-and-blow @escachromepb @evildead2 and if any of you have already done this sowwy

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Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Thank you so much to @saltedpin for the tag!!! 💙💙💙

3 Ships You Like:

Number 1 is of course FireSky!!! ❤️💜🥰🥰🥰 My most beloved, the only ship that ever got me to write fic 🥺 They are beautiful and perfect and quirky and strong and so sweet and tender and fond of each other... They're a soft, fluffy blanket I want to stay wrapped in forever 🥹

For number 2 I'll go with a flavor of the moment, Astarion/Tav, which is... weird, of course, because Tav is literally a different character for each person who plays the game, but it doesn't really matter, because the real ship I'm rooting for here is Astarion/Happiness. (Truly, it's Every Companion/Happiness, but Astarion stands out, along with Karlach) 🥺 Loving curses to Larian and Neil Newbon for finally getting me to care about a vampire beau after I spent my whole life dodging them left and right (and I was in the Buffy fandom at 17, so that was some Matrix-style level of dodging, I assure you.)

Third and very honorable mention goes to Victuuri, because it has brought me SO much joy, and I probably should think about it more often 💙

First Ship Ever: probably something from one of the gazillion anime series that aired in Italy when I was a wee child. I think I may have answered this question once before, but there are honestly too many possibilities 🤔

Last Song You Heard: Lovin' You by Minnie Riperton

Favorite Childhood Book: Asimov's robot stories, accompanied by a fair number of classics such as Heidi and Pollyanna... and pretty much every sci-fi or genre book my local library could offer for my age range, and for beyond my age range once I ran out of shelves in the kids' section 😅 I just loved reading A LOT, so most books were my favorite as long as I was reading them.

Currently Reading: Nothing really, which is very sad.

Currently Watching: Brave Bang Bravern, which is EVEN SADDER I HATE THEM SO MUCH FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK 😡😭😭😭

(Erm. Sorry.)

Currently Consuming: a theoretically healthy and fully nutritional oatmeal bar because I was really hungry but couldn't be bothered with actual food

Currently Craving: some real and lasting peace of mind

Tagging: mmmh, I do not feel like directly tagging anyone rn, so: if you've read this far, I would most certainly love to see you play along with this, so please consider yourself tagged! 💙💙💙

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OCs as obscure references!

the absolutely wonderful @aevallare tagged me, thank you so much!!

I'm sorry the picture is like that, my laptop simply will not screenshot bg3 no matter how much i beg

name: Kira Tavena

animal: cat!

colors: ice blue, dark green, bronze

month: Marpenoth (Faerun October, im annoying sorry)

songs:

not strong enough -- boygenuis

call me little sunshine -- ghost

little dark age -- mgmt

number: 3

plants: Ostrich fern, water hyacinth

smells: vanilla and peppercorn. and probably also wet dirt.

gemstone: opal

time of day: sunset

season: fall

places: waterfalls, clearings in the woods, anywhere you can curl up with a book

food: bread, peaches, parmesan cheese with raspberry jam

drinks: hot tea with too much sugar, white wine

element: water

astrological sign: libra

seasonings: cinnamon, onion powder, pepper

sky: overcast

weather: rain!

magical powers: wild magic sorcery and druid magic 

weapons: dagger or quarterstaff

social media: probably......... tumblr............

make up product: eyebrow pencil. larian please let me fill in her brows she needs it look at her

candy: Werther's originals. I know this sounds like a joke but she would genuinely like them. she and withers would share a bag.

method of long distance travel: train if offered all modern options, but she's canonically a horse-drawn carriage girlie

art style: botanical illustrations or art nouveau

fear: being left behind/abandoned

mythological creature: phoenix

piece of stationery: a wax seal stamp with a fern on it

three emojis: 🙃💥🫠

celestial body: Charon

I have no earthly idea who to tag but this was very fun so-- if you're seeing this and you want to do it, consider yourself tagged! tell me about your ocs i want to knowww