#arabella 31

[ivyentwined]

Mr Tibbles Finds a Friend – AO3 | FFN

Arabella rescues a new kitten. Fandom: HP Complete: yes Pairing: none Rating: general Length: 342 words Warnings: Fluff

#Arabella Figg #hp #2017 owl 31 days of halloween #mine #my art #my writing #storycard

[lesfir]

The "tragedy" of the ascension. No, another word beginning with "T".

Triumph of Evil. confide a secret This is Great.

I rate this story as a Triumph of Evil, which however does not mean tragedy for the evil character. Such an assessment requires a basis within the canon.

Original Astarion, describes his story to the Bosk bear Act 1: Astarion: Tell him your tale - wealth, power, vampires, crypt...

He remembers what he once had and what was taken from him. He has several goals depending on how much strength he has and how successfully he plays the cards of fate: defense, free, revenge, power. \get the hedonistic pleasures debauchery but that's another topic.\ A little analysis of Astarion's path of evil to triumph.

I'm more interested in the latter (Power), as it's where the complex moral begins. These are not all examples, but these are the ones I liked this time.

Astarion: What's not to enjoy? I can walk in sunlight, trespass upon any home, manipulate minds - I'm the most powerful vampire in the Realms! Astarion suspects that the parasite may have negated some of the downsides of being a vampire spawn. Perhaps his master has no power over him anymore. I can only add 10 audios :[

Astarion: No, I'll be safe when I'm powerful enough to grind Cazador into the dust. Powerful enough to do whatever the hell I want.

Astarion: But I'd have to climb so many stairs. Anyway, I already have my eye on a palace in Baldur's Gate. devote. NodeContext: 'palace in baldur's gate' Cazador's palace.

Astarion: Now that's what I like to see an elf at the head of an army. Even a Sharran one.

This shows the dialog over cult control very well. 33 Phrase only when the player hesitates. In other cases 31, he says: it sounds fun (it's useful to have and fun) It is well crafted depending on the player's play style. I analyzed that structure here. Astarion: I'm just saying there's an opportunity here. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and liberate the world from this evil. devnote. NodeContext: pause be 'liberate' as he considers what would sound good to a goody-two-shoes player. Astarion was thinking less liberate, more dominate

Astarion: I'm just saying there's an opportunity before us. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and enjoy a little world domination on the side. Astarion: You can't tell me that doesn't sound fun.

Important to note that Astarion is cunning enough to realize: There's a chance that he won't get any help, a vampire spawn, outcast. Not "Hello, my name is Astarion, give me whatever I want". So he adds logical, understandable, honorable goals. He benefits from emphasizing honorable one, especially for a good player. He also does the "puppy eyes" thing. Goals like his desire for protection and freedom. Power - that he tries (at least a little) to soften. Softening and logic - it will help us, it will protect us and save us. It makes sense. In my opinion he is absolutely right. No one wants to be tentacles, gnomes at duergar or Arabella's parents. Power is a nice thing in Faerun to have. However, his goals are diametrically opposed to the good. Because he tends to have a brutal power style and finds it fun. (this pie wouldn't mind owning the world) depending on the style of play with the evil player, he's more open. And those goals that are half-false - to liberate the world. There is logic in "liberate the world" since mind flayer is a worldwide threat and changing the world as they please. Not Good. Astarion, however, harbors a desire to rule - a city minimum. Which incidentally was his character before slavery, Magistrates do become Magistrates for a reason. Astarion's reason is wealth and power. There are so many moments. Even if you poke at the globe.

Moments aplenty are some of the ones that show his "Evil" by DND traits. Evil in DND is selfishness, doing what I want even if it's harmful, greed. Let's get back to genres. Tragedy implies the death of the hero. This is the meaning of tragedy and the difference from drama. Drama - combines the comic and the tragic. Unlike tragedy, drama can have a positive ending. Since when is a tragedy when a character has everything they've ever dreamed of, enjoys and doesn't give a fuck? This is the arch to the beginning - wealth and power. More greater. Astarion rather doesn't change in his Ascension. It's Astarion who has a Christmas present dropped on him in the first act. And it makes him euphoric, considering "feeling alive" for the undead is quite a thing. It's important to realize that Astarion isn't exactly an ordinary character. He's an evil character. Which for Wyll is hell. For Astarion, it can be considered fun when it's not happening to him. Watching someone fight to the death like on a show, for example. Do I have to include a screenshot here? XD "Astarion Approves It" is the title of a crime book. There's something light, certainly, otherwise it's not interesting. Astarion's dark side is luring. But the book is still on the top shelf, in the "evil" section. Curious how he perceives eternity. Astarion: Immortality is only as good as the life you're living. An eternity of luxury sounds a lot better than an eternity of struggle.

Astarion doesn't like the downsides of vampirism - it's mirror, sun, hunger, and for spawn, lack of power. But the very idea of Immortality, like eternal beauty is tempting.

Ascension - it's a vampire cheat, he feels alive, the vampire depression of the Vampire Lords eternity won't work for Ascension, that's the point of it. A Vampire's dream can't just be the same vampirism.

Here's a great video everything we know about Ascension and how it works. Immortality without the downside. Power, life of luxury. Astarion approves. It's Great. It's a Triumph. And it is the Triumph of Evil. (selfish, hurtful to others, greedy payment) BG3 Epilogue. Original God Gale. Lord Astarion. Astarion: You can't be serious. You miss being weak? Falling ill? Ageing? devnote. NodeContext: Slight stress on 'aging' Astarion: We can be honest with each other, Gale - one immortal being to another: this is great. devnote. NodeContext: "this is great" as if confiding a secret.

#astarion #ascended astarion #lord astarion #bg3 #Astarion analysis #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #People: see immortality as something sad. People: Heaven and the idea of an eternal soul gardens happiness clouds and peace forever. #astarion meta #my analysis

[faeriemarie]

my current favorite drs to script:

BALLERINA DR

persephone harvard, ballerina/actress, 31, fiancée of callum turner

HOCUS POCUS DR

sylvie costa, witch, 15, girlfriend of max dennison

STAR WARS (OG TRILOGY) DR

jana vilimari, princess, 17, girlfriend/wife of han solo

Y2K FAME DR

wendy zhang, actress, 36, dated SO many famous men but currently girlfriend of jason sudekis

SKINS UK DR

alice baudelaire, 16, girlfriend of sid jenkins

YOUTUBER DR

arabella moon, broadway actress/youtuber, 23

WRITER DR

rosemarie zhao, writer/poetess, 24, girlfriend of mike faist

FRANNY & ZOOEY DR

sylvie baudelaire, socialite, 17, girlfriend of zooey glass

NEPO BABY DR

vanessa clooney, writer/poetess, 24, daughter of george clooney

60S DR

ever monet, rock muse/warhol superstar/musician, 13, girlfriend of bob dylan

ANIMATOR DR

rosemarie jeong, stop-motion animator, 33, wife of zach woods

SINGER DR

remy jeong, singer/actress, 31, wife of ben schwartz

drs i want to script:

poldark dr: gentlewoman, 21, wife of george warleggan

love, victor dr: 15, girlfriend of felix weston

superstore dr: 19, girlfriend of jonah simms

community dr: 19, girlfriend of ian duncan

dead poets society dr: 15, girlfriend of knox overstreet

actress dr: 22, younger sister of dakota & elle fanning

southern gothic wr

midwest americana wr

#hmu if we share any drs pleak 🙏 #my scripts ♫ #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #subliminals #desired reality #manifesting #manifestation #shifting realities #reality shift #shifting community

[hermitshippingbigbang]

Could I Offer You a Little Salt for that Wound?

by Dillbugg (@dillbugg)

Full art piece by Arabella here!

Relationship: GeminiTay/impulseSV/PearlescentMoon

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word count: 13.1k

Summary:

“You’re a watcher.” Gem hisses, “You were working for them the whole time.” Gem accuses, but she barely sounds angry. Just. Sad?

“Gem, I—” She doesn’t know what to say. It doesn’t matter though, because Impulse groans and rolls himself onto his back, and his eyes flutter open.

“Pearl?” He rasps, and Pearl can only stare, frozen, “They hurt you…”

She sobs again, but no tears come.

“Why would they hurt you?” Pearl crawls over to him and takes his hand, holding it, grip tight in a way she hopes to be reassuring, “You were one of them,” Her heart almost breaks at the turmoil written so clearly on his face, “They should have kept you safe.”

Why would they hurt me? Pearl thinks, and wracks her mind for any reason. Yes, she disobeyed, she didn’t know what to do, but… That had never happened for the months she had lived with Gem. She didn’t know plenty, and she was never hurt for it. She made mistakes, and the most that came of it was a downtrodden sigh and an explanation of what she did wrong.

Wasn’t I one of them? Why wouldn’t I be safe from my own kind?

Or;

Pearl learns to love in the arms of Gem and Impulse.

Read Could I Offer You a Little Salt for that Wound on AO3!

This work has multiple chapters and will be finished by March 31!

Full art pieces will be posted with their associated chapters!

Check out the amazing artists for this team:

Arabella (@the-moon-will-sing-a-song)

#HSBB 2023 #soup group #gempearl #gempulse #impearl #hermitshipping #promo post #Could I Offer You A Little Salt for that Wound?

[hpsnooze]

💤 HP Snooze Fest: Masterlist 💤

We're at the end of HP Snooze Fest 2023, and we've had a total of 31 sleep-tastic works created! Thank you to everyone who participated. This has been an absolute dream of a fest. TBD about what will happen to this fest in the future, but there's always a possibility for more cat naps ahead!

If you haven't already, make sure to check out all the snooze-erful works in the Collection on AO3 or see the full list below! 😴

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Femslash Ships

💤 In the Vault Where Reason Sleeps by @lee-bella 💤 (Bellatrix/Hermione, T, 1.1k)

💤 Only In Dreams Do I Wake by @lumosatnight 💤 (Hermione/Pansy, T, 1.5k)

💤 Merciful Dark by @vannminner 💤 (Hermione/Pansy, T, 1.9k)

💤 A Bit of Serenity by @sliebman10 💤 (Lavender/Parvati, T, 522)

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Het Ships

💤 Decibels by AlihotsyTotsy 💤 (Hermione/Severus, G, 250)

💤 Stay by AlihotsyTotsy 💤 (Neville/Pansy, M, 534)

💤 A Dream of Want by LadyUrsa 💤 (Hermione/Draco, E, 5.1k)

💤 Yes, Yes by TatooineTourist 💤 (Hermione/Draco, E, 7.0k)

💤 Your Heart's Against My Chest by @inastarlesssky 💤 (Hermione/Draco, G, 969)

💤 If I Lay Here by @inastarlesssky 💤 (Hermione/Draco, G, 812)

💤 A Much-Kneaded Rest by @ourswordsmeandeath💤 (Hermione/Draco, G, 1.1k)

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Slash Ships

💤 Please, don’t wake me (no, don’t shake me) by @onehundredflamingos 💤 (Regulus/James, E, 5.7k)

💤 Meaning of the tattoo by @goddess47 💤 (Harry/Severus, T, 400)

💤 For you, I'd let the world burn by world_on_fire_009 💤 (Draco/Harry, M, 1.6k)

💤 A Very Bad Idea by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Theo/Harry, G, 1.2k)

💤 Sing me to sleep by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Terence/Harry, T, 1.7k)

💤 I Get High on You by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (MacNair/Harry, E, 1.0k)

💤 As Good Pets Do by @lumosatnight 💤 (Peter/Percy, E, 500)

💤 The Housesitter by @lumosatnight 💤 (Sirius/Theo, E, 500)

💤 Got lost in it, feels impossible by @laserswordtraining 💤 (Harry/Tom, T, 19.2k)

💤 Sleepwalking Right Into His Arms by Lucigoo89 💤 (Viktor/Percy, T, 1.9k)

💤 See how it shines by @orange-peony 💤 (Draco/Harry, E, 18.7k, WIP)

💤 Left Spellbound by @lumosatnight 💤 (James Sirius/Severus, E, 1.5k)

💤 Catnapping by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Harry/OMC, G, 413)

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Poly Ships

💤 try to fix you by @maesterchill 💤 (Hermione/Harry/Ron, M, 2.0k)

💤 The Safe House by @sliebman10 💤 (Sirius/Remus/James, E, 1.3k)

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Gen Works

💤 Summer in Surrey by Elvira_Kamgut 💤 (Arabella & Minerva, G, 360)

💤 One Afternoon Nap by Elvira_Kamgut 💤 (Arabella & Minerva, G, 331)

💤 "Spiders cannot thermoregulate. How could I forget that?" by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Theo & Harry, G, 1.2k)

💤 The Best Christmas Ever by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Seamus & Harry, G, 831)

💤 "He climbed into my bed!" by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Harry & Weasley Twins & Slytherins, NR, 538)

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See all works in the AO3 Collection!

#hpsnooze2023 #hpsnooze #mod post #masterlist

[jungleindierock]

Rebjukebox 2024 - No. 5

Welcome to my fifth playlist for 2024, it's is comprised of 40 tracks all from this year. A mix of genres from emerging bands and solo artists, mixed with a few estsblished bands/artists. This playlist is available via Soundcloud and Spotify. Hopefully you will enjoy listening to this collection of new music. Think i worked there is music from 8 to 10 different conutries. Think the way things are going i am gonna have to post one every week or fortnight. The tracks are piling up!!! But it's a great way to share new music with you all.

Ok the links for the playlist:- Soundcloud - Spotify

Stay Free Reb

Tracklist

1- CRAWLERS - Kiss Me 2- Waxahatchee - Bored 3- FRUITZ - Man On Fire 4- Love Fame Tragedy - It's Ok To Be Shallow 5- Grocer - Packrat 6- Tourist Attraction - You Were Right 7- Real Estate - Flowers 8- Great Hare - Gone Forever 9- No Windows - Fibbs 10- Atomic Tom - Let Me Show You How It's Done 11- The Empty Page - Cock Of The fifth Year 12- Telebrains - Justifer 13- VANCRYNES - Thurstin' More 14- Lazy Sunsets - You. Possibly 15- Layday - Wash Over Me 16- Bonny Light Horseman - When I Was Younger 17- THE NEW NOSTALGIA - A Fridge In Berlin 18- Arabella - August 19- Isobel Campbell - 3216 20- Kings Of Leon - Mustang 21- Bleachers - Me Before You 22- Queen Cult -Be Better 23- Winnetka Bowling League - Sha La La 24- Laura Jane Grace - I'm Not A Cop 25- Cloudbelly - Fascinated 26- Lyons Lane - Stoplight Kissing 27- Grouplove - Chances 28- Sunday (1994) - Tired Boy 29- BODEGA - City Is Taken 30- HighSchool - Doesn't Matter 31- Jamie Orr - For You 32- fanclubwallet - Easy 33- Beeef - Observational Eros 34- Jane Penny - Wear You Out 35- Cloud Nothings - Running Through The Campus 36- Sir Chloe - Over Again 37- Mannequin Pussy - Split Me Open 38- Pissed Jeans - Moving On 39- DIN NYC - N0.9 40- The Social Club - Rita

#Rebjukebox 2024 - No. 5 #new music #compilation #playlist #indie music #indie rock

[tieflingtareon]

My love, are you the devil? (Oh, call me a devil)

Chapter 31 | Words: 8.2k

Summary: Astarion found himself often surprised by his heroic companion. He had one goal. To become the favoured companion of the group, to earn the Tieflings loyalty, to make Tar'eons strength his own. Yet Tar'eon isn't like the usual target of his manipulations. Despite his naivety, he does not seem gullible. There is something very wrong with their 'leader' to begin with. Astarion isn't sure if he wants to control it or eradicate the threat it posed. But can he really do either when Tar'eon himself seems so...unwaveringly kind?

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50668558/chapters/127995079

Tar'eon looked out at the ocean before him, the cold sea air caressing his skin as he closed his eyes, letting the scent of salt and fish fill his nose. His body felt heavy like an anchor. It was tempting to simply thrown himself over the edge and let himself sink to the bottom. To drown in the ocean sounded more painful than to drown in a river, but it was becoming clear to him than drowning in a river, drowning in Astarion, wasn't an option tonight.

He missed his cool fingers against his face, a kinder chill than the ocean winds. He buried his face in his hands, trying to hide from the cold, even if it didn't help his flushed face, his swollen eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, really truly cried. He hadn't been able to stop after it started. He knew he had to tell them all eventually, but being put onto the spot so suddenly...

He wanted to resent Astarion. He wanted to scorn him, to feel that same furious rage he felt for Orin, for his enemies, but he couldn't even manage a flicker of a flame. He felt like he'd been soaked by rain, heavy and cold and wet. There was no chance of starting a fire inside himself when all the kindling was soaked with self-loathing. How could he face them again? After everything he told them...

Karlach and Wyll would hate him for allying with Enver, for damning the Coast. Jaheria, Halsin and Gale wouldn't be able to trust him, the wizard still didn't even know who took his hand. Aylin and Isobel...who knew what they'd think of him, being child and cleric of Selune. Shadowheart would probably side with Karlach, given their relationship.

Astarion...Gods, he didn't want to think about it. Not after how he snapped at him before leaving. He might find acceptance from Lae'zel, given she doesn't care for bloodshed, but...it still didn't feel like a comfort. She may have different opinions now, having abandoned her faith. He felt like there was no one in his corner, and that scared him. He felt...truly alone, for the first time since he escaped the ship.

He'd tried so hard to be a good person...but in the end, was being a good person now enough to rectify all he did in the past? He couldn't see an end to this journey that benefited him if he was honest. When Shadowheart rejected Shar's will, she had suffered the agony of thousands...What would Bhaal do when he rejected him? Would he even be able to? Would his past devotion to his Father win in the heat of the moment?

All the what ifs turned his stomach, but even still...he wouldn't let the world perish. Not if he could help it. Even if it meant the end of his own life, he would sacrifice everything to give his companions their freedom back. To make the world safe again for children like Mol, Mirkon, Silfy, Mattias and Doni, like Arabella - they all deserved to grow up and live. Not become food to mind flayers.

He would fix the mistakes of his former life, even if it cost him his current. It's not like there was any home to return to after the journey ended anyway...Nobody would mourn him. Well, maybe Astarion, but he'd move on. He'd live on for centuries, maybe even a millienia...and he'd heal. He'd forget about him. It was probably for the best. He would free Astarion of Cazador like he promised...and then, he'd free him of the tadpole. Whether he saw the next dawn wasn't important. Whether his friends did was.

Tar'eon looked out at the moonlit waters and admired the rippling of light across the dark sea. The peace was interrupted by a mechanic squeak, a shudder of metal. He looked over his left shoulder, looking at the Steel Watcher that stood a few paces behind him. He quirked a brow.

"Are you spying on me, Enver?" He asked, but the machinery was silent. Tar'eon stared at the helmet a long moment before turning back to the sea. "If you're going to bother me, I'd rather you do so in person. I feel ridiculous speaking to a hunk of junk."

"Now that's quite rude." The clink of the cane against wood made Tar'eons eyes widened, looking over his right shoulder to see the Archduke approach with a smile. "I spent quite some time designing these 'hunks of junk'."

"Why are you here?"

"I was informed by one of my many Watchers that you were alone, and far from your camp. It struck me as odd." He came to stand beside him, both hands on his cane and looking out at the waters with something akin to pride. Like a God marvelling at the beauty of the world he created. "Are you out on a late night hunt, my dear assassin?"

"You know, if I didn't know any better, which frankly, I don't, I'd think you were stalking me." Tar'eon narrowed his eyes, glancing at the man from the corner of his eye. Watching him just as closely as he no doubt watched him.

"It's my duty as Archduke to remain informed, lest chaos ensue in my streets. Your wandering alone has caught the attention of many creatures who stalk these streets at night, awaiting a lone soul like yourself." Tar'eons brows jumped up in surprise, turning to look Enver.

"I...Are we being watched?"

"Oh, most definitely, I'm sure." Enver grinned, looking rather pleased that Tar'eon had caught on. "Orin doesn't appreciate your return. She wants you gone, and her faceless hoard know it. That, and you've somehow gained the attention of vampire spawn from what my Steel Watchers have told me."

"Vampire spawn-" Tar'eon furrowed his brows and cursed softly. "Astarion?"

"Oh no, not his delightful self. But they're certainly Cazador's brood, if that's what you're wondering. Your fanged lover has not run into the night after you, I'm afraid. My condolences." He didn't bother hiding the sarcasm in his tone. From the way he spoke, it was obvious that the city had little to no secrets from him anymore. He even knew Cazador was a vampire lord, and from his tone alone, Tar’eon could tell he wasn’t the man’s biggest fan. One thing they could agree on.

"I'm sure you already know what happened. Since you've got your fingers in every corner of his town." Tar'eon grumbled.

"Unfortunately, I do not know. But I would love to hear it. Lovers quarrel?" His dark eyes gleamed with mischief, obviously hoping for it to be just that. Tar'eon pursed his lips and looked back to the ocean.

"...They know who I am now. They know what I've done. I'm giving them time to decide whether I'm worth the trouble or not, I suppose." Tar'eon picked dirt out from beneath one claw and sighed, closing his eyes. "Just associating with you has ruined more than one of my relationships with my companions, you know?”

"If your bonds are that weak, why bother entertaining them?" Enver scoffed. "They are beneath you. They have no idea of the honour that comes with being the Chosen of one's God."

"I don't want it." Tar'eon told Enver, who looked slightly surprised before he smoothed out his expression into something more neutral. "I don't care what Bhaal wants with me. He is not my Father, not anymore. I will kill Orin, and I will disown him. And when the time comes, I want you at my side when we destroy the elder brain."

"Destroy- you want to forsake all our plans? For what? Once we have all three Netherstones, the brain will no longer be a threat to us. There is no point in trying to kill the damn thing if we can control it."

"Perhaps. But it will always be a liability. Your Steel Watch does enough to maintain order in this city. I doubt you really need it now." He gestured to the metal bodyguard with it's back to them, surveying the area for dangers to its maker. "What is the point in controlling the whole world via some faux religion? Eventually, they'll realise it's all for naught, and it will be your head that they want. Besides, who's to say you won't use the control you have over the brain against myself one day?"

"I would never." Enver actually looked furious at the mere suggestion. "I much prefer you with your free will intact. It would be a waste of your brilliance to make you a mindless slave."

"And all the others in Faerun with their own brilliance? Where will the good things in the world go? People will be too devoted to the Absolute to do the things that make humanity so beautiful." Tar'eon reached back and frowned. He'd forgotten his flute...

"Where will the stories that could have been told go? The songs that would have been sung? The music that will never play...The laughter, the hope, it will all disappear. It will turn into a monotonous grey. All there will be is the Absolute - or fear of it. The ballads will speak only of Her, rather than of a lover or a friend, of family and adventure. There is so much we'll be stripping the world of if we continue on this path."

"I think I just threw up in my mouth a little." Enver remarked with a deadpanned expression. "When did you become so soft, Tir'yal?"

"Fine. You don't want to think of the good? Think of the consequences. We have no guarantee that the elder brain will remain under our control for long. You can barely control it right now as it is; who's to say it won't grow to resist all three stones power?" He challenged. "Who do you think it's going to kill first when it breaks free? The very ones who enslaved it."

He gestured to the both of them and Enver narrowed his eyes at him.

"As long as we have the crown, we don't have to worry about losing control of it. You and I already went over every flaw in our plan, made back up plans for back up plans - trust in our brilliance, Tir'yal. Once Orin is out of the way and the brain is back under control, we'll be able to unify the world beneath our rule. With Ketheric’s army, the Absolute’s army, put to waste, we can share in the rewards of our victory against them. We will be heroes in the peoples eyes.” The same heroes who made such an army to begin with. All to gain the favour of the people. To be see as their sworn protectors; to be adored. At least, that was Enver’s goal. Tir’yal had simply wanted blood for his Father.

"False heroes." Tar'eon stood straighter and huffed. "I'd rather die a true hero than live as a false one."

"You're impossible. If I knew losing your memories would make you into this, I would have put you out of your misery for your own sake when you arrived to my coronation. You’re lucky you still have your uses." Enver shook his head, as if disappointed. "I do hope you see reason the next time I see you, Tir'yal. It would be such a waste of good potential.” He turned his foot, swinging his cane forward to meet the wood as he stepped away, ready to leave, but he was halted by a hand grasping at the sleeve of his robes.

Enver turned to look over his shoulder, quirking a brow at Tar'eon.

"I...I know I'm different from what you remember. Vastly different. I know I'm not the man you knew, but if you still care for him in any measure...please stay with us a little while longer?" Tar'eon asked weakly, hating himself for stooping so low, but he was lonely. So fucking lonely. He didn't want to be alone right now, or he feared he'd be a body washed ashore by morning rather than a returning camper. He wished he’d let Astarion follow after him. Maybe then he’d already be back at camp, wrapped up in his arms and smelling rosemary instead of sea salt and cologne.

Enver stared at him for a long while, his expression giving little away before he stepped back into his prior spot, hands clasped behind his back, fingers wrapped around the length of his cane rather than the handle.

"Thank you."

"By Bane, don't. I'm only here because you're right. We have history. I may not be a fan of how weak you've become, but I still see promise in you yet, Tir'yal." Enver's lips thinned. "It is hard to find an equal in a world such as this one. You were my equal once before...and I still wish for you to be.”

Tar'eon smiled ruefully.

"Lonely at the top, isn't it? Being a leader...can be very lonely."

"I have always been enough company for myself. You were simply an addition I didn't mind. An addition I quite liked."

"You liked me." Tar'eon hummed.

"I did."

"More than Orin."

"An easy feat. The woman is dreadful and grating to listen to. I've never been one for needless bloodshed - I’ve always preferred to use it as a tool. You? You were smart with it. You were quick, efficient, you didn't make a show of it like she does. You were only ever curious about your kills once you were done, not overindulgent."

"I sated my urge as your 'assassin', I'm guessing?"

"You had great control of your urge, but yes. We made a good pair. You got rid of competition. Weaklings and blackmailers...You made climbing the ranks much easier compared to my own efforts alone." He chuckled. "I see death as a grim necessity. You saw death as an act of devotion. As, dare I say it, loving. So I gave you offerings to your Father, and you put more and more political power into my lap with every throat slit.”

"I gave you a lot of things, from what I do remember." Tar'eon pursed his lips. How many did he kill for him during their time together? How long had they known each other? He’d said years, hadn’t he? Less than ten, considering Karlach hadn’t recognised him. Enver grinned.

"Shall I list all the things you've gifted me with, my dearest?"

"I fear to know." Tar'eon admitted. "I feel like it might change things. I'm not sure I can afford that."

"Why deny yourself the truth? You've always been the hungry sort - hungry for knowledge, hungry for gore, hungry to prove yourself to your Father...You were near impossible to sate." Enver chuckled, like it was some sort of inside joke they'd once had. Now, he was the only one who could laugh at it.

"...You're right. I do want the truth. I- I crave it. I want to know everything, and it vexes me that I still know so little despite remembering my service to Bhaal. Knowing I'm...knowing I'm his spawn - it's a lot. I know nothing of my past, but I know I belonged to him. That I still do. I'm not sure I can ever come back from all the cruelty I did in his name."

"Such is the life of a Chosen. We are instruments our Gods play. We create the melodies they've written, and we revel in our duty to them, and the power they pass onto us in return." Enver gestured out to the ocean, the ships, the rippling waves. "They bless us with the power to take what we desire...and in turn, they have our undying devotion. They have our souls - much like making a deal with a devil." He chuckled at the comparison.

"You don't seem to be the biggest fan of devils."

"Beneath a devil, you are given lies and punishment. Gods are where true power is, and their wrath will not come for you unless you fail them." Enver glanced at Tar'eon. "I worry your rejection of Bhaal will not end well for you, my dearest."

"Perhaps. I worry too, but I can't accept him. As long as I am under his thumb, there is no true freedom for myself. This Urge - it isn't who I am. Not anymore. It is Bhaal's will, an extension of his control over my mind and body. He will use it to remove my loved ones until the world is empty and I am the last soul alive. I would rather die a free man than live serving beneath the heel of a God."

Enver was silent a long moment, and Tar'eon turned his head to look at him, but the man was focused on the moon, the dim lighting making him appear almost ghoulishly pale. His features were so dark, sucking up the shadows, that Tar'eon was sure he wouldn't be able to see him on a moonless night. The sleepless shadows beneath his eyes looked like bruises. He wondered if he ever slept through the night, or if he lived solely off naps.

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like? Without Bane?" Tar'eon asked and Enver scowled, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the tiefling.

"I would be servant to a devil, rather than a God. I much prefer my chances under Bane's hand than under any others. Bane has given me everything I have ever desired." He gestured to the city behind them, the grand place he had called home since his birth. It felt fitting to have it be the first place he took off the map in his journey to rule all. "Bane has given me the power and strength to take this city as my own. To wield it under the Black Hand. He has given me the means to control everything."

He placed a near loving hand to his Steel Watcher, smiling at Tar'eon.

"Even as a child, I saw the world for what it is. Full of chaos and despair. I knew in unifying the people against a common enemy, culling the ones who would not fall into line...I could bring this city prosperity and peace. That I could earn their adoration and loyalty. When people are left to decide their own fates, they will toss even those they claim to care most about into the dirt. If I control every aspect of this city, there will be no need for petty crimes, for debts to be paid, all of it will be delegated to me...Nobody wants the responsibilities they're given. If anything, they'll thank me for fixing all of their problems, for removing the ones that simply don't want to go away. I will be a hero in the eyes of many."

He seemed to truly believe his words, but Tar'eon couldn't read his mind. Only the language of his body. His stature was nothing short of confidant, even if he was physically shorter than Tar'eon.

"You'll be a tyrant who acts like a just and fair king." Tar'eon saw through it with ease and Enver laughed.

"Well...When you worship and are chosen by the God of Tyranny, it only make sense to follow the path he's paved before you."

"Considering all you've told me, I'd say you and I were the ones who actually got you as far as you've come." Tar'eon mused and Enver barked a sharp laugh, the sound more biting than humorous this time.

"I would not have met you again if not for Bane. I would not have lived to see all of our plans come to fruition if not for him." Enver clasped his hands together and came to stand at the railing, his eyes searching the darkness of the horizon. "You may have no love left for your Father, but Bane has my devotion until the end of my days. He was the God who answered when no other would. I was destined to be his Chosen."

“‘Again’? Are you saying Bane organised our meeting at the coronation?” Enver shook his head and grinned.

“We’ve known each other since we were children, Tir’yal. It’s why I have the reserved right to call you by that name, amongst other reasons. I was there before your Father even called upon you…” He seemed to be reminiscing from the shine in his eyes. “I barely remember that far back myself. I was young when we parted. When I returned to Baldur’s Gate, you were already in service to Bhaal I would assume. Your childhood home was nothing but a haunted house.” He chuckled. “Your foster family were sacrificed for Bhaal’s love. I had not yet been Chosen by Bane, so we lived separate lives well into our twenties before I was finally given the honour. I had worshipped diligently, but one must prove themselves worthy if they want to be empowered by a God. It took a decade of blood, sweat and tears for Bane to finally proclaim me as his. Shortly after, fate drew us together again. Almost two decades apart…you hadn’t the scarcest clue to who I was, but I remembered you. I don’t think I would have bothered with partnering together in our first heist if I hadn’t. You were quite arrogant. Though, being a pureblooded Bhaalspawn…Who could blame you for turning your nose up at the Chosen of Bane, your Fathers sworn foe?”

“When you said we had history, you meant it, huh?” Tar’eon couldn’t fathom it. “Did I…I really killed my foster family? For Bhaal?” To think he had a family once…a family who loved him, he'd like to think. He spilt their blood for a God, for his true Father, and he suddenly felt sick. The more he knew of himself, the more impossible if felt to crawl out of the hole he’d dug, unable to be purified by the grace of the sunlight. Unable to be redeemed, or reborn.

“You did. You lived in the house across the wall, opposite mine. Your father brought shoes from us often because you grew much faster than your brother.” He chuckled. “A tiefling adopted by a family of elves. It was an amusing sight in the markets. You always had your nose in a book. You didn’t spare any adult respect that wasn’t earned. You hated my parents with a passion, and always insisted I make your shoes for you despite the fact that I was an awful cobbler. I hated working with leather, but metal? That was my calling. You enjoyed wearing steel boots worthy of a knight. You said it made it easier to squish rats in the street, and easier to clean too.”

“I sound…awful." A sadistic child, was that really who he'd been? Rotten from the start? Or had it been Bhaal's influence, even back then? "It sounds almost like I bullied you as a child.”

“You were the only one who saw my genius, who understood my view of the world. The other children simply didn't understand us. Or, I suppose they feared you." Enver shrugged with a thoughtful expression. Tar'eon noted the distinction between 'us' and 'you'. The children hadn't feared Enver. He didn't have many friends before him, did he? Had he been his first? "You having a blunt exterior was a price I had to pay to have someone to watch my back when I pickpocketed merchants.”

“We were troublemakers then?”

“We were kids. Your brother was the opposite of you, so you two clashed a lot. Ever the sensible soul, he was, saying I was an awful influence. It only made sense that you would hang out with me instead. We were both bad influences, after all. He couldn't blame only me.” He chuckled.

“I wish I could remember…” Tar’eon sighed. “So Bane reunited us when he made you his Chosen?”

“He got me to Baldur’s Gate. He got me home. Making me his Chosen simply increased my chances of seeing you again.”

“Where were you between the time you left and the time you came back?” Tar’eon asked and Enver was quiet. Tar'eon had some ideas, but they didn't really make sense to him.

“Where I was holds no relevance to our past together. The important part is that I returned. And it was all thanks to Bane. He has given me the ability to take everything I could ever desire.”

"And you want for nothing else?"

"I am close to having everything I've ever wished for. There is nothing else I could want." Enver shrugged one shoulder and smiled. He seemed to believe it. His devotion to Bane was true. He both worshipped him like a saviour yet acknowledged the transactional relationship they had. Tar'eon wondered if he'd ever been so devoted to Bhaal, his own Father. He grimaced and leaned against the railing, his elbow brushing Envers.

"You offered to share your kingdom with me. Not very tyrannical of you." Tar'eon mused.

"It took some convincing...but Bane came to see the benefits of our union once we had the crown."

"Bhaal doesn't extend the same regard to you, I'm afraid." He may not want to kill him, and the Urge may not feel insistent about the matter of his blood spilling the floor, but he knew it desired it deep down. To make him a pretty corpse one day. To be the one he gasped his final breathe before, to be the last thing reflected in those shiny dark eyes.

"Oh yes. I was to be your final kill, wasn't I? You used to tell me you'd kill me slowly...so we could breathe our final breaths together."

"That's...so fucked up." And oddly romantic, honestly. In a devastatingly morbid way. "Were you really going to let me do that? Kill you?"

"Well, I had intended to convince you to rule with me for a while. Work our way through each city, each continent; there's so many places to see, so much land conquer and admire...eventually, when the world was finally empty of any other soul, I would have laid on your Fathers altar and died with you." There wasn't a single ounce of deceit in his tone, and it made his stomach flip.

"That's..." Tar'eon stared at Enver with wide eyes, unsure what to say. "I don't know what to say to that."

"It's not as if it matters now. You intend to reject Bhaal and his plans of sacrificing every soul. You've killed an Avatar of Myrkul who now lacks a Chosen. There is a clear path before us both." Enver gestured outwards, the faintest light coming out from the horizon. A lighthouse.

"And what path is that?"

"The path we walk together." He offered his hand to the tiefling with a small smile, something fond in his gaze. "Blessed by Bane, we can take Toril as our own with the elder brain under our control. You can be the just and fair king to the people...and I can be the tyrant needed to keep the peace. Marvellous, is it not? Imagine it. A world in our image. Or, Bane's I suppose, but it's all the same."

Tar'eon stared at his hand. If he could remember the past, perhaps he would agree. But he couldn't. He didn't want that life anymore. He shook his head softly and Enver dropped his hand with a downturn to the left corner of his lip.

"So I'm to clean up your messes to the rest of my life? If that what you suggest?"

"I'd make it worth your while." Enver smirked before shaking his head. "You may deny yourself now, but one day...You'll see. When you're at the top of the world, you're the one making the rules. You could change the world for the better. Or the worst. Whatever you desire." Enver didn't seem to care either way, as long as he was at his side.

"Being a king, above everyone else, it sounds like a lonely life to me."

"You won't be alone." Enver reminded with a soft smile. "Your home will be a palace, your people your pets, your advisers your confidants...and you will have me to share the burdens and delights of our ruling with."

"I'd rather a modest home with animals as pets and a partner to share the burdens and delights of life with." Tar'eon crossed his arms. "I don't want power, Enver. I simply want to live my life as my own. That's why I'm rejecting Bhaal. It's why I'm killing Orin. It's why I will stop the elder brain and remove the tadpole from my skull. I told you. I'd rather die a free man than have other people in my head."

"Not many can be given the offer of a lifetime and turn it down so swiftly." Enver chuckled, but it was a terse one. "I really can't convince you, can I?"

"You may speak with the same silver tongue of a devil, but I have bested a God and intend to best another. I am no longer Bhaal's puppet or his devoted son. I am my own man, or...I intend to be. Which means I choose my own path. My own desires."

"And what do you desire?" Enver actually sounded curious rather than mocking.

"I..." Tar'eon licked his lips. "I want to travel. Settle down. I want a home. A-a family. A real one. I want kids and pets and to not fear harm will come upon us. I want to be strong enough to protect what's mine. I...I want love." He smiled softly, thinking of Astarion's soft red eyes. Of the sunlight gracing his white curls and his fanged smile. "I want to heal my friends of their wounds and watch them live the lives they deserved but never got."

"...You really have gone soft. Entirely. It's like there's nothing of you left."

"Maybe that's all he wanted too, and you just didn't know it. Or he couldn't accept it himself. After all, this is still the same body, the same mind, if a bit battered." He thought back to the note he found in the colony. At the time, he'd thought nothing of it. "...I think he loved you. He just didn't know how to show it properly."

"Don't pretend to know us - It may have been you, but you don't remember yourself the way I do." Enver scowled.

"I remember the feeling though." Tar'eon reached out and Enver stepped back, eyes searching him for possible danger. Tar'eon reached further and Enver didn't move this time, allowing the larger man to take his hand gently in his, pressing his palm to his chest. To his rapidly beating heart. "My heart still reacts to you, even though I should despise you. You've ruined countless lives, you've had me kill people for your own gain, and you've attacked myself and my lover in the span of a single day. I should hate you."

"And yet...?"

"I can't bring myself to. And I hate myself for it." Tar'eon let go of his hand but Enver didn't remove it, his golden talons pinching the skin of his chest. "He must have loved you a lot. I'm almost sorry Orin scrambled my brain. I think you two needed each other to be human, rather than the favourite of hateful Gods."

"You know nothing of how we were." Enver breathed bitterly, almost a hiss, his claws only digging in deeper. Tar'eon didn't flinch away.

"I know what devotion feels like though. I know what love against all odds is like. I know the feeling of duty coming before the heart, of struggling against it. I speak the truth when I tell you he loved you. He still loves you. Somewhere in my brain, he's there, even if I can't find him. You are loved, Enver."

Enver snatched his hand away, leaving behind a small tear in the fabric of his shirt.

"You may think you know love, Tir’yal, because of this dalliance with that fanged friend of yours, but I assure you — it is infatuation at best. You’ve known each other how long? Weeks? Love is not made in weeks, my friend.” He chuckled, but it lacked humour. “That is simply a notion woven into fairytales so children have something to look forward to in the mundane life of adulthood. Love is not even a priority in any successful relationship, I assure you. I doubt it truly exists for those with more than half a brain. What is real, what does work, is trust. Respect. The ability to compromise on things you wouldn’t dare change if anyone else asked. Love is sacrificing. It leaves one vulnerable. And that makes it a weakness you and I never dared to allow. Your mind is muddled beyond comprehension, Tir’yal. All your body is feeling is the physical affects of lust, my dearest. A rapid heartbeat is not a reason to become poetic.”

“Did we not share all of those things?” Tar’eon looked at his torn shirt and clicked his tongue. He’d have to get Astarion to mend it for him. He supposed he’d have to return eventually after all. They’d have to talk about everything…properly this time. “Trust, respect, compromise…”

“Perhaps. We were partners after all, in many senses.” He picked lint off the lapel of his robes, or attempted to. There was no lint to pick. Tar’eon wondered if that was a subconscious habit like his tail. To make his attire impeccable, to seem uncaring about it when perhaps he did care. About a lot of things. “But neither of us could afford to make each other our ‘one and only’s’. We, after all, are Chosens. The only 'love' we can offer is to our Gods.”

“Is that what he told you?”

“It’s something we agreed on.” There was something soft in his tone, and Tar’eon was sure he would have missed it if his voice wasn’t so familiar to his ears even without the memory of it. He had the blueprints, but no manual. It was quite frustrating. Enver turned his gaze out to the lighthouse in the distance, and for a moment, Tar’eon thought he could see someone younger before him. Someone with longer hair, someone who wore white compared to black, lacking a shadow-y stubble and who’s under eyes weren’t so dark.

With only the moon to light him, he thought he saw the lover of Tir’yal, rather than the man before Tar’eon. As awful as his past self had been, he mourned for his sake. They may not have spoken the words out loud…but there had been love there. Their own twisted yet almost pure version of it. As pure as a bloodstained kiss could be; and from his experience, a bloody kiss could feel angelic.

“I’m sorry. That he never told you he loved you. You deserved to hear it. I think everybody does, at least once."

“You barely know me.” Enver scoffed. “Not this new version of you at least.” He gestured to the tiefling before him. He was familiar in the right ways, a spitting image of his lover, but all that had been between them was a mystery to him. He still had the same brilliant mind, always had the right words to make his tongue looser than he liked…but he was fractured. Turned inside out. The man before him wasn’t the same as the one he had near worshipped on the same level as Bane. The one he had trusted and respected above all others. The only one who understood, who knew he didn't want sweet words when he woke from nightmares, who knew when it was time to drag him to bed, who knew when he hadn't eaten all day, and never judged him for it, simply praising his dedication and making dinner for two, stealthily moving papers out of reach and taking up the space on his desk so he would finally take a break.

Enver wasn't one to focus on the past, he was always looking to the future, but he found it was near impossible not to focus on the past when that's where his Tir'yal was. Where his first friend and true equal lived. The man before him was a mere shadow of his former self, and he couldn't let go of what had been his. He knew he was in there, somewhere. If he simply waited, if he was patient like he'd been with Bane all those years ago, perhaps he'd return to his side eventually. By the Gods, he was actually willing to wait if only to have him back by his side.

“If you did know me, now, I don’t think you’d agree.” Bane had granted him the power to escape the House of Hope, had ordered all living souls be dedicated to him once Bhaal had his slice of death and blood. But he knew Tir’yal was the reason he was here now. Without his help, without their combined brilliance, he never would have made it out of their heist to take the Crown to begin with.

It had been his hand that pulled him out of Avernus when he thought he’d be trapped there again. Not even Bane’s hand had been extended to him in such a way. A God could rarely intervene with mortals after all; that’s why they had to do this. They were the Chosen who could meddle in human affairs. This was the only path where both of them could stay together, under Bane's blessing. Tar'eon could reject Bhaal, could lose his status as Chosen, and Enver would still gladly rule with him. He knew deep down, the man was not weak in the slightest, even if he had softened in some ways. All he needed was the guidance that would return him to where he belonged.

“Perhaps. Our guardians, our tormentors…Our Gods. They form us. They shape us in their images. I’ve seen it - I’ve experienced it.” He thought to Astarion who had been beneath Cazador’s thumb for two hundred years, to Wyll who was leashed to Mizora for seven, Gale forced to be a human bomb by his Goddess and Shadowheart being mislead by a religion that kidnapped her away from her true family. To Aylin who had been trapped, to Isobel who had been killed and brought back, to Karlach who served Hell for a decade, and Lae’zel who had been deceived by her Goddess her whole life. Each and every one of them had had their worlds turned upside down by another. It wasn’t fair to any of them.

He was fathered by the God of Murder. Yet they were all turning their lives around. Starting over. For the better. He wanted to do the same. He wanted everyone to have that chance.

“Yet, we can still break free of their grasp. We can still mould ourselves into a new image. I’ve seen and experienced that too. There is never a point of no return. Not to me.” Tar’eon turned back to the sea, breathing deeply in the salt and fish. There couldn't be a point of no return, or he'd never be able to turn away from his own bloody past. “I will regain control over my own life. I refuse to bend the knee to my Father and be his slayer. I will break away from him and create my own path. What I will do with it, I’m not sure. But I have many ideas.”

Enver was quiet a moment longer than he needed to be before his lip quirked into almost a smile.

“You tell me far too much, considering the advantage I already have. You are far too trusting. Or perhaps, you are simply naive now.”

“I don’t feel the need to lie to you. You’re as familiar as the scars on my back — I know they are there, I can feel them and I trust their placement, even if I cannot see them. Even if they may look different in a mirror compared to in my mind.”

“I’d say I know the scars on your back better than anyone else.” Enver smirked.

“Perhaps. Maybe that’s why I can trust you not to stab me in the back and add to them, with all I tell you.”

“An unwise use of trust, my dearest.” There was a strange note of approval in his tone. Like he wouldn't usually approve of such a decision, but there was something special about this moment that allowed him to agree with the choice. Like this was an exception rather than the rule for him.

“It’s worked for me so far.” Tar’eon grinned, feeling a little silly if he was honest. Enver was right. He was being reckless. He was speaking with too loose a tongue despite being completely sober. He should be careful around the man, but it was hard to remember that when they spoke in this bubble of solitude, shrouded by the night. They were simply two old friends catching up, even though they both knew it was far more complicated than that. “You’re right. I should hold my tongue around you.”

“Don’t you dare. It’s far too entertaining to watch you give yourself away.” Enver gave a throaty laugh, shaking his head and tapping his cane to the wooden boards. “I’m unable to harm you anyway. That was the rule, was it not? We’re unable to harm each other. We made a vow.”

“My arm tells a different story.” Tar’eon mused, showing off the bandaged forearm.

“Yes, well, I did apologise for that, did I not? It was simple precaution, for my own safety. We can’t have the new Archduke dead on his first day. It would send the people into a panic.” He waved the mere idea off and Tar’eon smiled softly.

“I’ve heard people talking about you in the streets. Mixed reviews. But those who speak highly of you — they do not hold back any sentiments. Half of this city adores you.”

“As they should. I’m keeping this city safe from the evil that plagues its borders.” Enver mused.

“Have you ever considered how rewarding it would be to actually do good by people?” Tar’eon offered and Enver laughed.

“Do you know how most heroes lives end in history? Horribly.”

“So do most villains, I'd argue."

“Perhaps. But I’d rather have the satisfaction of knowing I’ve earned my place on top, without even breaking a sweat. Well…unless you count the sweat I broke on top of the fine wives of other Lords.” His words were shameless, his grin nothing short of sleazy, and Tar’eon made a small sound of disgust.

“I don’t want to know.”

“Please, you’ve watched more times than you probably should have.” Enver sounded far too pleased as the tiefling wrinkled his nose, ignoring the heat in his cheeks.

“I take it neither of us were the jealous type.” Tar’eon noted in a slight drawl.

“We didn’t need to be. We knew no one else would compare outside the sack. So who cared what we did in it, together or otherwise?” Enver shrugged, his eyes twinkling with something mischievous. “It’s quite late. Even the taverns will be closing at this hour.”

“That’s too bad. Having a drink with the Archduke would have been an honour.” Tar’eon wasn’t very good at sarcasm in his personal opinion, his voice too rough and blunt to manage it, but Enver seemed to hear it, because he chuckled.

“The establishments may be shelving their stock for the night, but my shelves do not adhere to standard operating hours.” Enver chuckled. “I’d be happy to share if you feel like baring anything else to me tonight.” Tar’eon could feel his murky eyes running down his body and his heart thumped a touch harder, trying to ignore the tickle of heat low in his belly.

“You are...incorrigible.” Tar’eon shook his head and huffed softly. “I’ve already told you I have a lover, Enver.”

“Ah, yes, he - unlike us - does seem the jealous type. How unfortunate. If things change, do let me know. Your mind may be scrambled beyond recognition, but I’m sure your head is still just as good.” Enver smirked and Tar’eon actually laughed, the sound startled out of him. He did not want to ruminate on that thought; most of his thoughts on Enver were hard to pick apart. He could never tell if his imagination was exceptional or if he was remembering something far too intimate at an inappropriate moment.

If he let his mind wander, he’d think far too much about how Enver’s cock might feel in his throat. He’d rather think of Astarions, but he was trying to be respectful of his lovers wish to be seen in a less sexual light. It was hard when he looked so gorgeous all the time; Tar’eon wanted to do many, many loving things to his body - be that sexual or sensual - until Astarion felt as holy and beautiful as Tar’eon saw him. Kiss all the moles on his face and body…trace his scars…twist his curls around his fingers while he made the vampire flush the prettiest pink. Only granted such a fine colour because of his blood.

Gods, it was hard to stay mad at the vampire for pushing his buttons. He knew he’d made Astarion antsy, he could see through his lies so easily, and knowing he was keeping secrets from him…it must have driven the elf mad. No wonder he pushed and pushed until he broke. He just wished he’d done it where they had a bit more privacy.

“You…Gods. I should head back. My companions are probably worried sick. Or sharpening their blades. Fifty-fifty.” Tar’eon shrugged and sighed, losing the attempt at a playful smile. “You’re right. It’s late. I think I’ve told you more than enough for one night. Anymore and I fear I may actually be blackmailed into sharing wine and a bed with you.”

“Dearest, when you come to be my bed, it will be most willingly, and uninebriated, I assure you. Alas, I still have much to do before dawn breaks. I cannot entertain your rambling all night." He said it like he hadn't offered him wine and company a minute ago. "You still have a traitor to find, and who knows when they’ll strike, hm?” He reminded and Tar’eons heart lurched.

He hadn’t even considered it. What if this faceless in the camp hurt someone while he was gone? What if they hurt Astarion? Shit.

“You’re right. Shit. I should hurry back. Goodnight, Enver.” Tar’eon stepped away from the railing and turned to leave, but after a few steps he paused. “I…thank you. For telling me more about my past. It means a lot to me, to hear the stories, even if I can’t remember them myself. I…I might never.”

“Let us hope you do. You might see reason to our rule again.” Enver mused, a certain superficial charm to his crooked smile.

“Then maybe it’s best I don’t.” Tar’eons words were playful, cheeky even, and Enver’s eyes sparkled at the way Tar��eon refused to bend the knee on the subject. He did quite like a challenge. Equals always challenge you in ways no other could. The superficial edge to his smile was gone. There was nothing hidden in his expression, and it warmed Tar'eons heart in a different way to before.

“May your dreams be bloody, Tir’yal.”

“May your rest by restful, rather than restless, pah rihyl.” Tar’eon responded in kind, the words falling off his tongue before he could even consider their meaning, walking away to return to camp. Enver watched after him until he disappeared, tapping the top of his cane with a soft hum, talons clinking in the quiet. He turned to his Steel Watcher and with a wave of his hand and a whispered incantation, he silenced the machines creaking and thumping, allowing it to hide within shadows.

“Make sure he doesn’t get himself killed on his way back to camp. Stay out of sight unless absolutely necessary.” He ordered and watched the rippling figure disappear. It would do him no favours if the man died before he got him Orin’s stone after all. With spawn and shifters skulking about, if only made sense to watch the tieflings back when his companions could not. He trusted his ability to fight; but anyone could be surprised. Except himself, of course.

He smoothed the collar of his robes as the winds from the sea rustled through his hair, flapping the end of his robe like a ships flag. He glanced out to the ocean, to the lighthouse in the distance and took in a deep breath.

One day, he’d own a castle of his own on the rocks of the sea, so he could leave a window open and feel its breeze every day as he scribbled legalisations. It sounded like the closest thing to peace he could ever imagine for himself. He did wonder idly, if that castle would be as achingly empty as the fortress he called home, if his bed would remain cold like it had for months now. It was a thought that was quickly dismissed, making his way home, back turned to the sea and the moonlight, walking amongst the shadows like all liars and thieves did.

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9, 23, 26, and 31 for Hasim please 👀🧡

Aaa thank you! Ok ok ok I'm so excited :0

9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's?

My favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees is most definitely Zevlor. He is so so babygirl. Oh! Also I love Arabella's parents they're so sweet.

Hasim's favorite Tiefling Refugee member is also Zevlor (though he definitely has a very soft spot in his heart for Mol and Arabella) and I think that after Hasim knocks out Aradin during the argument, he's very taken by Zevlor. In my heart of hearts I know that Zevlor and Hasim have an emotionally messy one-night stand after Hasim kills Kagha.

23. What are your Character's thoughts on the dream visitor?

Hasim has really complicated feelings about the Dream Visitor. It takes the form of his pre-transition self, a devoted Priestess of Lolth with immense political standing and security. Hasim is a trans dude and was Lolthsworn. Even though he -as a Dark Urge- doesn't remember his past, subconsciously when he wants to feel protected and safe he thinks back to stability he had pre-transition.

He feels the lure of that safety and has a hard time distinguishing his understanding of that version of himself from his understanding of the illithid powers, and thus their allure.

26. What was your favorite enemy? Did your Character have any memorable fights or moments in combat that were ripe for headcanons and interpretation?

My favorite enemy was True Soul Nere. I really liked the combat encounter and getting to push people into the lava and it was so so satisfying to get to kill him.

In terms of Hasim having memorable moments I think definitely the hyenas and gnolls had a really visceral effect on him. When he saw the hyena and the horrific monster bursting out of it he felt a little bit like he was looking at a reflection of himself and his dark urges.

31. Does your Character have new or old phobias or superstitions that affect their story?

Hasim has an incredible phobia of sleeping. He is never able to rest properly and after he slaughters Alfira in his sleep he has a hard time trusting himself to relax enough to truly recover and sleep. He's really afraid that he'll hurt one of his companions whether because of the Urge or because he became a mindflayer. He develops this fear of himself, his own power, and his resting mind and so he is constantly holding back and is on edge.

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I love this fucked up little guy.

#bg3 #hasim #ask game #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[onenicebugperday]

@arabella-31 submitted: Hello! I saw this guy on my potted sunflowers in the Chicago suburbs! So camouflaged!

I see only a leaf here :) No bugs at all :) But the leaf looks awful like a greater anglewing katydid :)

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #katydid #greater anglewing #camouflage

[ofturmoil]

my name is [ ARABELLA KASPRAK ] … and i am from [ HELLTOWN, OHIO ] and i’m a [ DRAMA TEACHER ]. i lived in helltown for [ 21 YEARS ] because [ I WAS BORN HERE AND FORCED TO RETURN ]. i am [ 31 YEARS OLD] my pronouns are [ SHE/HER ] and i am [ EMPATHETIC, ADVENTUROUS, FEARLESS ] though some may say i’m [ TEMPERAMENTAL, SHADY, UNTRUSTWORTHY ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ MAIKA MONROE ] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ OF FAILED CAREER  ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

TRIGGER WARNING: drugs, addiction, toxic family dynamics, mentions of blood

There’s a smile on your face as you watch flames devour the house from your childhood; the house that keeps coming back to you in your dreams. The house you were unable to escape. You hear your mother scream, and you laugh loudly – you catch yourself before she smacks you; before you even need a chance to explain yourself. It was involuntary; subconscious. Of course this would happen a week after you move back, you think. Nothing good ever happened here, not for you at least. As the inferno unfolds in front of you, your hand catches a lighter in your pocket and you light up a cigarette. Nothing good ever happens here, and you wish you could turn back the time.

serafina – wears a bright blazing crown of flowers and down

Born in Helltown, Ohio, Arabella was a child who was immediately introduced to a life of wealth and intellectuality: her father is still pathetically joking she learned how to say “diagnosis” before she even knew how to utter the word “mother”. She was, however, unusually gloomy for a toddler; and too depressed for a child. Arabella, softly named Bella by her nannies, was well aware of the reason why everyone thought she was different and why she felt this unbearable pressure in her chest most of the days: even if she was given everything she wanted, it was rare to receive a hug from her parents. They would, after all, rarely leave their operating rooms. Bella grew up with sitters and housekeepers, with no friends.

She’d spend most of her time watching films, dreaming of visiting Los Angeles and Nakatomi Plaza. The friends she eventually made were in the same boat as she was: the ones barely loved by their parents; the ones who found refuge in cinema and video games. 

sadie said, "i'm gonna buy us an old house in a big town where we can start a life and burn it all to the ground"

For her 18th birthday she didn’t ask for a car or an apartment – she wanted a motorbike and permission to study drama. When she was finally granted both, she left her town with two middle fingers up in the air. Hoping to never see this place again, she got on a plane and opened her eyes only when they landed. 

She led a relatively sheltered life before, and her new start in California came with a lot of changes: studies meant parties, work meant searching for another dose of adrenaline, new friendships meant one night stands. She got into the life of illegal racing during her first year, by the second she was already working as a stunt double for a small indie film. She didn’t become an actress as she wished, but what she ended up doing brought more joy than anything else. 

As she promised herself, Bella rarely visited her parents, and they weren’t exactly mad – they were more unhappy about their dauther’s career choice than that. Your sister was a lot better. Where is she. Where is she…

Bella would call sometimes, and sometimes they’d answer. She surrounded herself with the people of her choice, and some of them may not have been the best influence. 

She can’t remember when was the first time she was offered a little plastic bag, and she can’t remember when was the first time she accepted it – it could’ve been one of the races during a breezy summer night, perhaps. There’s also a chance she enjoyed it a lot more than expected – it did, unfortunately, become her road to descent. 

They all were disgusted by her bad habit, but they were happy to watch her bleed – at least as long as her career was going well. When she pawned her dignity for cash and could not remember the phone calls she would have, they’d finally become concerned. And after hours and hours of talking, they’d put her life on pause. 

That’s how her Hollywood dreams ended up in rehab. 

"people are who they are, " she said "and i want their kind of love where you're bad together and it's good"

Her rebirth tasted like blood. She couldn’t talk about it – only scream or cry. Bella had a couple of decisions to make: either stay in the city of Angels and get back to work, which, as her shrink said, was not exactly good for her health, or go back to Helltown to work as a teacher at a shitty college – a job she had already secured as there was no one else who would take it. 

It was humiliating, and yet her finally sober mind made the decision quite easily: she went back to her hometown, hoping she wouldn’t have to stay too long. Just for a bit. Just until she solves her own personal trouble she had with this town.

HEADCANONS.

Did you notice her sister was only mentioned once? Well, she doesn't like talking about her: she is (was?) one of the missing bowling alley employees and Bella is still very much grieving. Some might say her disappearance was the reason Arabella went off the rails. Give me a dynamic of someone pushing Bella to start looking for her again.

Catch her riding her bike around town at night. Yes, she’s still very much in love with speed and the rush of adrenaline it gives her.

Has been sober now for a couple of years. However, she surely went to a lot of parties back in her early twenties. Her life was very, very messy.

Does not get along with her parents at all. Even though they now live in the same town, she rarely visits them. She’d love to salvage it, but she’s not entirely sure if she’s capable of it.

Can be nice and friendly, but usually appears cold and unapproachable. She’s dripping with cynicism and gets annoyed easily. However, if she becomes your friend – you now have a person you can trust your entire life. However, she does have some trust issues. 

#& arabella. intro.

[speaksoftlyrp]

in preparation for the site opening, here's our list of playable canon characters:

(☆ = major canon)

☆ Black, Sirius - 24 (Animagus)

☆ Black, Regulus - 23 (Lord Voldemort's Killer)

Bones, Edgar - 26+

Bones, Amelia - 24+

Carrow, Alecto - 20+

Carrow, Amycus - 20+

☆ Crouch, Bartemius Junior - 23+

Dearborn, Caradoc - 23+

Diggle, Dedalus - 20+

Doge, Elphias - 103+

Dolohov, Antonin - 25+

☆ Dumbledore, Aberforth - 100

Fenwick, Benjy - 21+

☆ Figg, Arabella - 23+ (Squib)

Fletcher, Mundungus - 22+

☆ Hagrid, Rubeus - 56 (Half-Giant)

Karkaroff, Igor - 20+

☆ Lestrange, Bellatrix - 33 (Dumbledore's Killer)

Lestrange, Rabastan - 30+

Lestrange, Rodolphus - 30+

Longbottom, Alice - 28

Longbottom, Frank - 28+

☆ Lupin, Remus - 24 (Werewolf)

☆ Malfoy, Lucius - 31

☆ Malfoy, Narcissa - 29

McKinnon, Marlene - 21+

Meadowes, Dorcas - 21+

☆ Moody, Alastor - 25+

☆ Pettigrew, Peter - 24 (Animagus)

☆ Potter, James - 24 (Animagus)

☆ Potter, Lily - 24

Prewett, Fabian - 29+

Prewett, Gideon - 29+

Rookwood, Augustus - 20+

Rosier, Evan - 28+

Skeeter, Rita - 33+

☆ Snape, Severus - 24

Tonks, Andromeda - 29-33

Tonks, Ted - 29+

Vance, Emmeline - 20+

Yaxley, Corban - 18+

as a note, you're always welcome to play an OC or a canon character not listed here!

#jcink rp #harry potter rp #jcink premium #canon list #marauders era #marauders au #marauders rp #canon rp #oc rp #site buzz #character request

[mentalityenvm]

SONGS-TO-PLAY PLAYLIST (Musi)

Date Started: 17 September 2023

Locations:

📍 Wan Chai

7C▶️61: Tim Ayre - Mexican Holiday

7C▶️01: Tim Ayre - I Want It

7C▶️04: Cults - Always Forever

7C▶️02: Omar Rudberg - It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane (Removed: 19.9.23)

7C▶️05: Giulio Cercato/Kiana - Save Me

7C▶️07: Willowsmith - Wait a Minute!

7C▶️62: Duncan Laurence/FLETCHER - Arcade (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️68: Junko Ohashi - Crystal City

7C▶️100: Olivia Rodrigo - Driver's License (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️109: Conan Gray - Maniac (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️117: Mr. Kitty - After Dark (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️114: Remi Wolf - Liz

7C▶️60: Chase White/Jimmy Burney - When It Feels Right (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️66: PInk - Perfect

7C▶️03: COIN - Loving (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️18: Dayglow - Fair Game (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️115: Rosie Okumura - I'm So In Love With Me (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️14: Wallows - Hurts Me (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️21: Cults - Go Outside (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️15: Cults - Most Wanted (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️17: Remi Wolf - Disco Man (Removed: 20.9.23)

7C▶️26: Zack Tabudlo - Habang Buhay (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️31: Frances Forever - Space Girl (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️35: Remi Wolf - Hello Hello Hello (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️40: COIN - Cutie (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️20: Waterparks - Telephone (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️22: VACATIONS - Telephones (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️24: COIN - Killing Me (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️47: KIDSNOTSAINTS. - Daydreamer (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️78: Beegees - Stayin' Alive

7C▶️110: COIN - Heart Eyes (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️111: Conan Gray - Wish You Were Sober

7C▶️102: Röyksopp - Happy Up Here

7C▶️103: Foster The People - Chin Up Music For The Unsuspecting Hero (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️101: Pink Floyd - Time (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️118: Stephen Sánchez/Em Beihold - Until I Found You (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️123: IV of Spades - Captivated (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️105: COIN - Brad Pitt (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️73: Tim Ayre - California Dreamin (Removed: 18.9.23)

7C▶️74: Tim Ayre - Find You

7C▶️124: Lana Del Ray - Say Yes to Heaven

❌ NON-MENTAL ❌ ENVM in the Playlist:

4E▶️01: The Regrettes - La Di Da

4E▶️04: Dua Lipa - Love Again

4E▶️05: Arron Rebustes - Glue Song

4E▶️06: Arron Rebustes - Dandelions

4E▶️07: Harry Styles - Satellite

4E▶️42: Beach Weather - Sex, Drugs etc.

4E▶️46: The Weeknd - I Feel It Coming

4E▶️02: The Regrettes - Seashore

4E▶️10: Saint Motel - Getaway

4E▶️13: Fifty Fifty - Cupid is So Dumb

4E▶️18: The Regrettes - Monday

00▶️00: TV Girl - Blue Hair

00▶️00: Lana Del Ray - Diet Mountain Dew

Added: 18.9.2023

4E▶️103: Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

00▶️00: Frances Forever/Chloe Moriondo - Space Girl

4E▶️104: Tame Impala - Let It Happen

4E▶️03: Arctic Monkeys - Arabella

Added: 19.9.2023

4E▶️26: The Regrettes - Barely On My Mind

Added: 20.9.2023

4E▶️08: Grentperez - When The Day is Done

[lenayener]

LENA YENER —

cis female & she/her

32

august 8, 1991

artist / owner of the broken spine

south addition

biography

lightening round —

born and raised in washington dc. parents emigrated from turkey. father was a diplomat and mother still works as a translator/interpreter 

had a very strict and conservative upbringing. suffered abuse at the hands of a family member and was kept in silence about it

went to nyc for university and her first art project. the first exlorations into her art and ideas began with photography at music festivals, art directing for advertisements and magazines, and music videos

met her first partner and began a relationship with them during this time, even asked them to move back to washington dc with her when her time in nyc came to an end

the relationship always felt as though it were missing something and as though lena kept coming up short. when a new project came up and lena was to relocate for her work (to anchorage) she asked her partner to come with her and proposed. the no on both counts was devastating but she poured her pain into her work. plus it went along with the theme of her life

the move to anchorage was only meant to be temporary but lena ended up in a rebound relationship that fulfilled a void and she ended up staying even after her project was complete. making a home in anchorage and traveling when necessary

upon settling into anchorage, lena opened a book bar called the broken spine and has too much fun running it

as with anything else in her life relating to love, the rebound relationship eventually came to an end. leaving lena to stop making her work about heartbreak and push for something greater

a few of her projects/series have brought her international attention and acclaim. the first being, ‘i could not protect her’, a multimedia work, both her signature cinematic still photography along with a silent film detail her journey though abuse and the unchecked actions by the abuser. the next being her series titled “3ieb!” in arabic / “shame on me!” in english. a series that equally caused an uproar and gave voice to hundreds of thousands of middle eastern women all over the world

recently lena has been dipping her toe into video work once again, beginning to shift away from her decade long photography medium by publishing a book of a compilation of all her work. a little different from the music videos she’d produced in the past and her recent foray into short film, lena is interested in moving forward in long-form video work

the positive shift in her love life, experiencing real love for the first time without the usual toxicity she’d fallen into in the past and finally experiencing healthy love has also made a big difference

+ art series —

sex and takeout

summer without a pool

for arabella

this is not for you

i love you, me neither

i could not protect her

bonjour bitch

3ieb!

fool me twice

dear love

( + 10 more )

+ film —

not ok

think about you

what’s love got to do with it

i _ _ _ _ you

+ exhibitions —

2018

women’s choice awards - conversations, panelist, los angeles, nov 2018

artnews x miami art basel week panelist - “how art is used as a platform to influence current issues” - miami, dec 2018

vogue italia - photo vogue festival - base milano - nov 15- 18

the museum of pizza new york

the canon creator class toronto - solo show and talk - sept 27

solo exhibition - splash - milan - larusmiani, level 2 - june 27 - july 20

solo exhibition - splash - london lawrence alkin gallery - june 8- 22

solo exhibition - fuck me, fuck you - new york - castle fitzjohns gallery - march 10- april 8

international women’s day dinner hosted by sarah bahbah and the edition hotel - march 9

nyfw valentine's day party - indulgence of the alter ego - public arts

solo exhibition - fuck me, fuck you- hvw8 gallery, west hollywood. jan 13- jan 21.

la art show - jan 11-14

2017

first solo exhibition - the w miami dec 7-10

the lobby of nautilus, a sixty hotel, miami until december 31, 2017.

scope miami beach, 5-10 december 2017

sofa chicago

start saatchi gallery, london

la art show 2017, los angeles

scope art fair, new york

art market, san francisco

art! vancouver

scope basel, switzerland

art market, hamptons

2016

zonamaco, mexico

scope art fair, switzerland

enough space, melbourne

affordable art fair, new york

art south hampton, new york

art new york, new york

pop up at the refinery hotel, new york

art wynwood miami, florida

cushnie et ochs pop up store, retail lab, new york

scope art fair, miami beach

2015

affordable art fair, new york

art 15, london

texas contemporary, houston, texas

art wynwood miami, florida

contemporary istanbul, turkey

scope art fair, miami beach

art toronto, canada

+ press —

featured in publications such as: vogue, paper, nylon, new york times, new york post, forbes, gq, glamour, elle, cosmopolitan, buzzfeed, plus more...

#anchorageintro #intro. #about. #pinned post.

[ulmo80]

📚Books I've read in 2023📚

1. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, F. Scott Fitzgerald

2. The Quiet Gentleman, Georgette Heyer

3. The Turn of the Screw, Henry James

4. The Book of Magic, Alice Hoffman

5. Abaddon's Gate, James S. A. Corey

6. The Blue Castle, L. M. Montgomery

7. Cibola Burn, James S. A. Corey

8. The Adventures of Pinocchio, Carlo Collodi

9. The Foundling, Georgette Heyer

10. Hamlet, William Shakespeare

11. Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Jules Verne

12. Dangerous Women, Anthology Edited by George R. R. Martin

13. Artemis, Andy Weir

14. The Miserable Mill, Lemony Snicket

15. The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

16. The Last Olympian, Rick Riordian

17. Gerald's Game, Stephen King

18. Mirror in the Mirror: A Labyrinth, Michael Ende

19. The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

20. Nemesis Games, James S. A. Corey

21. Harrow the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir

22. The Austere Academy, Lemony Snicket

23. Rogues, Anthology Edited by George R. R. Martin

24. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

25. Babylon's Ashes, James S. A. Corey

26. Arabella, Georgette Heyers

27. The Ersatz Elevator, Lemony Snicket

28. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood

29. Nona the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir

30. The Vile Village, Lemony Snicket

31. The Hostile Hospital, Lemony Snicket

32. Fire and Blood, George R.R. Martin

33. Anne of Ingleside, L. M. Montgomery

34. Rainbow Valley, L. m. Montgomery

35. The Carnivorous Carnival, Lemony Snicket

36. Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Douglas Adams

37. Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

38. The Slippery Slope, Lemony Snicket

39. The Magic Mountain, Thomas Mann

40. The Grim Grotto, Lemony Snicket

41. Project Hail Mary, Andy Weir

42. A Civil Contract, Georgette Heyer

43. The Penultimate Peril, Lemony Snicket

44. The End, Lemony Snicket

45. The Angel of Darkness, Caleb Carr

46. Y colocín, colorado... Tú, David Safier

47. The Hitchshiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

48. The Chestnut Man, Søren Sveistrup

49. El Juego del Ángel (The Angel's Game), Carlos Ruiz Zafón

50. The Prison of Freedom, Michael Ende

51. Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart, Chrétien de Troyes and Godefroi de Leigni

52. A Room with a View, E. M. Foster

53. A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole

54. La Cocinera de Castamar (The Cook of Castamar), Fernando J. Núñez

55. Sleeping Beauties, Stephen King & Owen King

56. Love Among the Chickens, P. G. Wodehouse

57. The King's Man, Elizabeth Kingston

58. 1984, George Orwell

59. My family and other animals, Gerald Durrell

60. The Princess Bride, William Goldman

61. Birds, Beasts and Relatives, Gerald Durrrell

62. The Garden of the Gods, Gerald Durrell

63. Dead Until Dark, Charlaine Harris

64. Living Dead in Dallas, Charlaine Harris

65. Club Dead, Charlaine Harris

66. Rivers of London, Ben Aaronovitch

67. Dead to the World, Charlaine Harris

68. Dead as a Doornail, Charlaine Harris

69. Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris

70. All Together Dead, Charlaine Harris

71. From Dead to Worse, Charlaine Harris

72. Dead and Gone, Charlaine Harris

73. Moon Over Soho, Ben Aaronovitch

74. Dead in the Family, Charlaine Harris

75. A Touch of Dead, Charlaine Harris

76. Kiki's Delivery Service, Eiko Kadono

77. Whispers Under Ground, Ben Aaronovitch

78. The Inimitable Jeeves, P. G. Wodehouse

79. Persepolis Rising, James S. A. Corey

80. Cranford, Elizabeth Gaskell

81. El Silencio del Asesino, Concha López Narváez. I read it because one of my students asked me. She had to read it for school (she's in 9nth grade), and want for me to explain her the end because she got confussed and doubted her reading comprhension. It's a murder mystery withouth the mystery, omniscient narrator that's a jumping POV, and the cheapest plot twists at the end. It was painful, a mess. Poor girl, of course she was confussed.

82. Drive, James S. A. Corey

83. The Churn, James S. A. Corey

84. The Butcher of Anderson Station, James S. A. Corey

85. The Last Flight of the Cassandra, James S. A Corey

86. Tiamat's Wrath, James S. A. Corey

87. Gods of Risk, James S. A. Corey

88. The Vital Abyss, James S. A. Corey

89. Strange Dogs, James S. A. Corey

90. Auberon, James S. A. Corey

91. Cotillion, Georgette Heyer

92. The Great Gastby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

#books i've read #books i read in 2023 #books #read in 2023 #read

[reyofluke-ocs]

Can I ask for questions thirty through forty for Rosla, maybe? Hope you’re doing well!! 💚

send me asks for my bg3 ocs!

30. How does your Tav react when someone insults their friend/partner?

She immediately goes on the defensive, which while Shadowheart appreciates her being so defensive of her honor, she reminds Rosla that she can insult them just fine on her own. The rest of the group (by that I mean Astarion) find it hilarious to see her making someone MUCH taller and bigger than her cowering from her words - even without using Vicious Mockery. By defensive I mean insults and words but in more extreme cases I can definitely see her getting physical - after all, she is at a prime height for hitting extremely sensitive zones...

31. How does your Tav dress for different occasions, like very fancy situations?

Having been part of a fairly well-known bard duo, Rosla does have a few more fancy outfits for occasions where they would have performed at more upper-class functions. These usually consist of dresses in her preferred color palette - greens, blues, and earthly tones.

32. How did your Tav get their scars, if they have any?

She has some minor scars from accidents while cooking and I also imagine a few from wounds acquired during the journey when she isn't able to get a potion or help from Shadowheart in time.

33. What is your Tav’s relationship with their family?

Her entire biological family is dead and she was raised by a halfling family friend, who she had a falling out with when Rosla revealed she was planning to become a bard. She hasn't spoken to the older woman since then. Before his passing, her bard partner was a father figure for her that she was extremely close to.

34. What is your Tav’s opinion on nobility and authority?

I can see her mostly having a neutral opinion except for cases where it's clear the nobility or authority are corrupt. Then her view turns more negative.

35. How does your Tav react to wearing the Wavemother’s robe? How do they react to their partner wearing it?

She can't keep her eyes off Shadowheart when she sees her wearing it. It's bad enough that Gale full on throws something at her to get her to stop staring. Astarion and Karlach never let her live it down. Rosla would also totally 'accidentally' trip anyone who tries to leer at Shadowheart in the robe if they're out in public. If Rosla wears it, it's similar - Shadowheart stares at her. Only difference is I can see Shadowheart NOT liking others watching Rosla and tends to stick close by her and full on being ready to murder someone that tries anything.

36. What is your Tav’s favorite type of environment? Like in a tavern, a library, out in the wilderness, underground, etc.

Home. Cozy, fireplace, well-stocked kitchen. Her and Shadowheart run a farm after the events of the game and I can see her loving the atmosphere and being surrounded by so many animals (Scratch, Screech - the Owlbear cub - Us and ofc I totally see them adopting Yenna [+ Grub] and Arabella after the game).

37. What would your Tav’s Zodiac sign be?

I can see her being either Gemini or Cancer!

38. What is their favorite season?

Autumn or spring. Best time for growing and also in autumn there's many unique dishes that can only be found during the time.

39. Where in the world does your Tav want to visit the most?

While part of the duo, Rosla traveled up and down the Sword Coast. But I can see her being curious about the rest of Faerun and even wanting to explore areas like the Underdark or even if possible Avernus because one of the most defining characteristics of her is her curiosity.

40. What is the biggest mistake your Tav ever made?

I'll have to get back to you because honestly I have no idea, though I'm sure there's definitely one. In an AU setting I can see it being letting Shadowheart fulfill her desire to become a Dark Justiciar.

tagging bg3 enablers: @daughter-of-melpomene, @endless-oc-creations, @astarionbae

#bg3 oc #oc: rosla greenbriar #thank you so much! #sorry this is so late i haven't been on my laptop much at all

[boo-moved]

woe! romance asks be upon ye! 1, 14, 16, n 31

THANKYOUUUUUUU

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

So what drew gale into Komi was their wit and intellect, despite their sharp comments and general meanie attitude- he can see a lot more in them then they let on

Maybe it was a mistake, but seeing them be so genuinely kind to children and people who were forced into fucked up things (IE see them beating the shit out of Kagha and needing to be held back as soon as she threatened Arabella. Or like when Komi was poisoned and rather then killing her- he saw the way they looked at the wyvern poison, he was terrified for them and himself.)

Komi.... Stupid fucking wizard man with pretty brown eyes and is too kind and full of hubris for his own good... Dumbass could never sway them over with his sweet voice and kind words as he makes sure they don't hurt themselves and heal them after battles when they're too stubborn to admit it... Stupid human that does research into dragonborns and getting them scale cream....

Gale was too kind to someone who didn't deem themselves worthy, and he was too full of hubris for them not to want to keep him safe.

14. Is their anything they associate with each other?

Gale associates small reptiles and rats with Komi!! Also stuff like gloves and boots he gets for them <3 Or like dark chocolate ^^

Komi associates books and food with him, as well as purples and soft cloth.

16. Jealous at all?

SDFKLJGHDSFKLJGFH, Komi didn't think they had the capacity to be jealous until Gale. He talked to another sorcerer one time and they felt like he was gonna replace them </3 from there it's just like- not really jealous but still anxious

He learns not to be jealous over Komi, they were a brothel worker, they have done things. Yet they always come back to him and he has no reason to believe they would stop.

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

Komi has taken three chunks out of Gale in canon. One during the Orin incident, one when he scared them during the first act and they were drugged by the Absolute forces (Minty moment) Then post game when they lose themselves <3 Gale proudly wears these scars too

#asks #Scaleweave #THANKYOUUUUUUUUUUU