#it's not even neutral that this is a book about necromancy

[ignitesthestxrs]

there's something about the way people talk about john gaius (incl the way the author writes him) that is like. so absent of any connection to te ao māori that it's really discomforting. like even in posts that acknowledge him as not being white, they still talk about him like a white, american leftist guy in a way that makes it clear people just AREN'T perceiving him as a māori man from aotearoa.

and it's just really serves to hammer home how powerful and pervasive whiteness and american hegemony is. because TLT is probably the single most Kiwi series in years to explode on the global stage, and all the things i find fraught about it as a pākehā woman reading a series by a pākehā author are illegible to a greater fandom of americans discoursing about whether or not memes are a valid way of portraying queer love.

idk the part of my brain that lights up every time i see a capital Z printed somewhere because of the New Zealand Mentioned??? instinct will always be proud of these books and muir. but i find myself caught in this midpoint of excitement and validation over my culture finding a place on the global stage, frustration at how kiwi humour and means of conveying emotion is misinterpreted or declared facile by an international audience, frustrated also by how that international audience runs the characters in this book through a filter of american whiteness before it bothers to interpret them, and ESPECIALLY frustrated by how muir has done a pretty middling job of portraying te ao māori and the māoriness of her characters, but tht conversation doesn't circulate in the same way* because a big part of the audience doesn't even realise the conversation is there to be had.

which is not to say that muir has done a huge glaring racism that non-kiwis haven't noticed or anything, but rather that there are very definitely things that she has done well, things that she has done poorly, things that she didn't think about in the first book that she has tacked on or expanded upon in the later books, that are all worthy of discussion and critique that can't happen when the popular posts that float past my dash are about how this indigenous man is 'guy who won't shut up about having gone to oxford'

*to be clear here, i'm not saying these conversations have never happened, just that in terms of like, ambient posts that float round my very dykey dash, the discussions and meta that circulate on this the lesbian social media, are overwhelmingly stripped of any connection to aotearoa in general, let alone te ao māori in specific. and because of the nature of american internet hegemony this just,,,isn't noticed, because how does a fish know it's in the ocean u know? i have seen discussions along these lines come up, and it's there if i specifically go looking for it, but it's not present in the bulk of tlt content that has its own circulatory life and i jut find that grim and a part of why the fandom is difficult to engage with.

#tlt #the locked tomb #i don't really have an answer lmao this is more #an expression of frustration and discomfort #over the way posts about john gaius seem to have very little connection to the background muir actually gave him #like you cant describe him as an educated leftist bisexual man #without INCLUDING that he is māori #that has an impact! that has weight and importance! #that is a background to every decision he makes #from the meat wall to the nuke to his relationship with the earth #and it also has weight and importance in the decisions that muir makes in writing him #it is not a neutral decision that he's known as john gaius lmao #it's not a neutral decision that the empire is explicitly of roman/latin extraction #it's not even neutral that this is a book about necromancy #it's certainly not a neutral fucking decision that john was at one point a māori man living in the bush #when the nz govt decided to send cops in #like that is a thing that happens here! that is a reference to nz cultural and political events that informs john's character and actions #and with the nature of who john is in the story #informs the narrative as a whole #and i think the tiresome part of this experience is that #in general #americans are not well positioned to understand that something might be being written from outside their experience as a default #like obviously many many americans in online leftist & queer spaces are willing to learn and take on new information #but so much of the conversation starts from a place of having to explain that forests exist to fish

[doufudanshi]

ON GHOSTS AND DEMONS: Wei Wuxian's "demonic" cultivation?

There are a few big misconceptions I have repeatedly seen in English-speaking fandom about things that are fundamental to the story of MDZS. One of them is this—

Wei Wuxian is not a demonic cultivator.

To prove this, let's take a deep dive into the original Chinese text of MDZS.

(Adapted from my original gdoc posted on Twitter on May 27, 2022. All translations my own unless otherwise stated.)

Demon vs. ghost

Let's start from the very basics. In addition to orthodox cultivation using spiritual energy and a golden core, there are two other forms of cultivation that are mentioned in the novel:

魔道 (mó dào), or “demon cultivation/path.”

鬼道 (guǐ dào), or “ghost cultivation/path.”

To be clear, 魔 mo "demons" and 鬼 gui "ghosts" (and thus their respective cultivation/paths) are not interchangeable because of the in-universe worldbuilding within MDZS. Using the characters in the term 妖魔鬼怪 "monsters," MXTX created four distinct categories of beings, each of which has a strict definition in the novel. From chapter 4 (jjwxc ch 13):

妖者非人之活物所化; 魔者生人所化; 鬼者死者所化; 怪者非人之死物所化。 Yāo (妖) are transformed from non-human living beings; mó (魔) are transformed from living people; guǐ (鬼) are transformed from the deceased; guài (怪) are transformed from non-human dead beings.

And of course, WWX hoards all the ghost-type pokemon monsters at the Phoenix Mountain tournament, and he only exerts control over corpses, spirits, and the like (aka people who have already died). (As opposed to Xue Yang, who appears to have been actively trying to make 魔 "demons" out of living people with those "living corpses" of his, perhaps.) (And, ironically, in order to avoid showing necromancy / zombies on screen, CQL technically does show WWX practicing demon cultivation because everyone is "supposedly alive" even when they're corpses? Which is, funnily enough, far worse morally in the MDZS universe, lol.)

So, intuitively at least, we know that WWX must be practicing ghost cultivation—now let's look at some concrete examples from the book.

Running the numbers

1) 魔道 (mó dào) means “demon cultivation.” As such, it must use living humans.

魔道 appears one (1) time in the novel.

Yes, once. The only time it appears is in the term 魔道祖师 modao zushi, or the namesake of the novel, in chapter 2. This is a title the general public has given him through rumors:

魏无羡好歹也被人叫了这么多年无上邪尊啦、魔道祖师啦之类的称号，这种一看就知道不是什么好东西的阵法，他自然了如指掌。 Wei Wuxian wasn’t called titles like “The Evil Overlord,” “The Founder of Demon Cultivation,” and so on over the years by others for nothing—he knew these sorts of obviously shady formations like the back of his hand.

2) 鬼道 (guǐ dào) means “ghost cultivation.” As such, it must use dead humans. 

鬼道 appears 12 times in the novel.

Here is the first instance that 鬼道 appears, which I believe is the first time Wei Wuxian's method of cultivation is properly introduced. From chapter 3 (jjwxc ch 8):

蓝忘机 […] 对魏无羡修鬼道一事极不认可。 Lan Wangji […] had never approved of the fact that Wei Wuxian practiced ghost cultivation.

Here's another quote from chapter 15 (jjwxc ch 71) for funsies:

蓝忘机看着他，似乎一眼就看出他只是随口敷衍，吸了一口气，道：“魏婴。” Lan Wangji looked at him as if he saw through his half-hearted bluff. He took in a breath, then said, “Wei Ying.” 他执拗地道：“鬼道损身，损心性。” He stubbornly continued, “Ghost cultivation harms one’s body, and harms one’s nature.”

3) 邪魔歪道 (xiemowaidao) means heretical path/immoral methods/evil practices/underhanded means/etc—e.g., lying, cheating, stealing, bribery, and so on.

It appears ~24 times in the novel.

I mention this last term because it is often used to refer to Wei Wuxian's cultivation, but as a pejorative. Every instance of 邪魔歪道 is said by or to quote someone looking down upon Wei Wuxian’s cultivation (Jin Zixun, Jin Ling, etc.) and referring to it derogatorily, whereas every instance of 鬼道 guidao/ghost dao is said by someone discussing it neutrally and/or factually (Lan Jingyi, Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian himself, random cultivators at discussion conferences, the narration, etc.). Here is a pertinent example with Jin Ling (derogatory) and Lan Jingyi (neutral) in chapter 9 (jjwxc ch 43):

金凌怒道：“是在谈论薛洋，我说的不对吗？薛洋干了什么？他是个禽兽不如的人渣，魏婴比他更让人恶心！什么叫‘不能一概而论’？这种邪魔歪道留在世上就是祸害，就是该统统都杀光，死光，灭绝！” “We are discussing Xue Yang,” Jin Ling said angrily. “Am I wrong? What did Xue Yang do? He’s scum that’s lower than a beast, and Wei Ying is even more disgusting than him! What do you mean ‘don’t make sweeping generalizations?’ As long as those practicing this kind of demoniac, heretical path are alive, they’ll continue to bring disaster. We should slaughter all of them, kill all of them, annihilate them once and for all!” 温宁动了动，魏无羡摆手示意他静止。只听蓝景仪也加入了，嚷道：“你发这么大火干什么？思追又没说魏无羡不该杀，他只是说修鬼道的也不一定全都是薛洋这种人，你有必要乱摔东西吗？那个我还没吃呢……” Wen Ning shuffled around. Wei Wuxian gestured at him to stay still, only to hear Lan Jingyi also cut in loudly, “Why are you getting so riled up? It’s not like Sizhui said Wei Wuxian shouldn’t have been killed. All he said was that people who practice ghost cultivation aren’t necessarily all like Xue Yang. Do you have to go around breaking things? I didn’t even get to eat any of that yet…”

Tl;dr—Wei Wuxian does not 修魔道 practice demon cultivation. When Wei Wuxian’s craft is discussed in a neutral and factual manner, it is referred to as 鬼道 ghost dao. 

In fact, Wei Wuxian’s imitators are also referred to explicitly as 鬼道修士 ghost cultivators.

魏无羡早就听说过，这些年来江澄到处抓疑似夺舍重生的鬼道修士，把这些人通通押回莲花坞严刑拷打。 Wei Wuxian had heard a while back that over the past few years, Jiang Cheng had gone around snatching any ghost cultivator suspected of being possessed or reborn, detaining them in Lotus Pier to interrogate them using torture.

So why the confusion?

Of course, there is the matter of the novel's title, which I will get into in a second. But the real issue is a matter of translation.

The idea that WWX uses "demonic cultivation" is a misconception in English-speaking fandom due to issues with the translation of terminology. Of note, EXR actually did translate 鬼道 guidao as "ghostly path" most of the time, though there were at least 3 instances of "demonic" and 1 instance of "dark," especially regarding the first few.

However, this misconception was perpetuated (and arguably worsened) by 7S's official translation, which not only mistranslated additional terms as "demonic cultivation/path" (at least in book 1), but also consistently mistranslated every instance of 鬼道 as "demonic cultivation/path."

So why is this book called 魔道祖师, commonly translated as "Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation?"

One possibility is one posed in Chinese-language meta online, which often cites that WWX himself is a sort of 魔 demon. While this may be true—after all, he can hear the voices of the dead—it doesn't quite explain the fact that the title sets him up to be the 祖师 or "founder."

My take is that this novel is very much concerned with hearsay vs. truth. This is one of the many monikers WWX is given by the public, who collectively view him as evil. (Also of note is that the non-cultivator public is not aware of all the nuances that cultivators learn re: distinctions between the 妖魔鬼怪 monsters.) In the quote from earlier, note that the first title we're given is actually 无上邪尊 “The Evil Overlord,” then 魔道祖师 "The Founder of Demon Cultivation." Like, what can that be other than MXTX telling us, "please take both of these with a HUGE grain of salt, lol."

(And not only the title, but the very first line—"魏无羡死了。" / "Wei Wuxian is dead."—is a lie.)

I think the title is genius, honestly. It intentionally makes readers come into the novel with preconceived notions that Wei Wuxian practices 魔道 demon cultivation and evil techniques—just like the public in the novel. What better way to tell a story warning about the dangers of how easy it is to fall for misinformation and jump to incorrect conclusions?

(Though, in our case, perhaps it worked a little too well.)

#魔道祖师 #mdzs #mdzs meta #mdzs translation #wei wuxian #wwx #demonic cultivation #ghost cultivation #mine #doufudanshi translation #crossposted from twitter #(sort of)

[awesomechocolatesauce]

"Y'all would really kick babies just so Astarion would approve."

Um...no? Do you realize you don't have to be pure evil to get him to like you?

I'm over here playing my bard as a chaotic good/neutral little shit and I gained his approval REAL fast in Act 1:

I screamed "BAAA" at the redcaps

Defended Karlach against Wyll, and then later Mizora

Told Kagha "I just wanted to see what would happen" after saving Arabella from her

Fed the Owlbear cub and later pet him

Shouted "Boo!" at Volo's singing

Threw dung in a goblin's face after he tried to get me to rub it on my face

Intimidated another goblin to kiss my foot after he tried to get me to do it to him

Refused to accept Raphael's help upon first meeting him

Let him bite me

Listened to him talk about Cazador and offered my support

Let the Laviatar worshipper beat me

And I did all of that before I even encountered the Gur monster hunter that's tracking him, found the necromancy book that I ended up giving to him, or started his romance. I didn't even do all of these before his approval was in the High range. Not once did I hurt an innocent person.

It's really not unheard of to follow the "good" path and still have him like you. Granted, he does call you "a bit naive in the ways of the world" later on in Act 2, but at that point, he still respects the hell out of you.

No doubt that there are some players who would do cruel things to get Astarion's approval early on, but not all of us.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x elayne #jessica's personal stuff #jessica plays video games #gamer jess #text post

[waterdeepweave]

his velvet nightshirt (18+) - gale x reader

Turns out Gale just doesn't really like to get naked. He's very here for sex. Just... not naked. (prompt)

Tags: gale x gender neutral tav (no explicit genital description), second person pov, clothed sex, dry humping, hand jobs (male receiving), communicative sex, constant checking ins, fluff and smut

read here on ao3, or under the cut:

As much as the two of you vowed to find more time alone, the adventuring road left little room for more things than short, quiet moments. Even the nights crept up on the two of you in equal measure, desire washed away by the heaviness of sleep, spent in each other’s arms. 

It wasn’t until the road led to Balder’s Gate that you found yourself in the presence of a reprieve – and, mercifully, a private room at the Elfsong Tavern. 

You spend the first part of the night in polite company with each other, an unspoken agreement to let the anticipation build. Or perhaps to warm yourselves up, acclimate to the mood of indulgence – something neither of you had entertained since long before the nautiloid. Gale sits on a padded sofa by the fireplace, nose-deep in a book, and you curl up beside him, feet on his lap, reading from the same book once in a while. But for the most part, you admire him – his features lit in the glow of the fire, a flickering orange fleck in the endlessness of his brown eyes, deep pools of warm chocolate. The way his fingers glide over the page before he turns it – a flick so gentle you can almost feel it on your own skin. 

His chuckle rumbles against your face, and you sit a little straighter, reading from over his shoulder. You frown, confused as to what could possibly be so amusing about the ethics of necromancy. The words swim before you, melting into the glow of the fire, and you find another warmth growing in the core of your belly. You crane your head and press a kiss into the crook of Gale’s neck. 

“Hmm? Mmm.” Gale lets out something between a query and a sigh of contentment, his right arm leaving the book to wrap around your waist, nudging you closer to him. His left hand – and his attention – remain on the book.

Not for long, though. Not if you had your way. 

You nuzzle his neck, your face rubbing between the soft velvet of his tunic and the warmth of his skin. Your cheek grazes against his beard and you nudge deeper, alternating between kisses and nuzzles. Your hand travels across the expanse of his shirt, plush fabric beneath your touch, his heartbeat pulsing strong underneath. Your hand rests on a pec and you give it a gentle squeeze. 

That catches his attention – his heartbeat quickens underneath you, and shadows flutter in the periphery of your vision as he sets down the book, clearing his throat.

“Well. What do we have here?” His voice is sticky with growing lust as he shuffles you so that you are straddling his lap, kneeling on the seat. “There we go. Hello, my love.” Gale leans forward to greet you with a kiss, but you keep your face aloof, ever so slightly out of reach. You feel his grip on your waist tighten with frustration, and you grin, diving into his neck to lavish it with more kisses. You run your tongue along his jawline, fascinated by the texture of his beard. A soft moan escapes his lips, even as he turns his head instinctively, inviting you to taste him, to mark him all over. His hands begin to slide up and down your back, nails ghosting down your skin through the fabric, and your thighs bear down on his as you arch your back against his touch. 

“Mm - ah, fuck,” Gale manages as you grab a fistful of his hair, greasy with the lack of wash and whatever product he slicks into it to keep it back. It feels luscious in your hands, as does the rest of him when you tug gently, sending him rising into you. “Please,” he groans, a hand rising to catch your cheek, bringing your face to his. His eyes were dark, oozing pools of desire, pleading, adoring, all at once. “Kiss me.” 

He would make fun of you, after the fact, for how easily you folded at once, melted into his touch, letting him pull your lips to his, letting him capture you, taste you, have you. With a grunt, and a hand on each side of your ass, he pulls you toward him as your lips stay interlocked. You gasp a little in his mouth as you feel his growing bulge pressed right against you, so close to where you want it, and your hip jerks, desperate for the friction, desperate for his warmth. He chuckles at your wanton display and presses his hips upward into you, even as he holds you down with either hand.

It’s growing too much for you to bear.

Your hand slips under his shirt and you gather the hem in a fist, preparing to hoist the whole thing over him. Gale stops in his tracks, and a hand flies to catch yours. Your gaze flickers to his, and you unclasp his shirt. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how to say this,” he begins. From the way he trips over his words, you can tell he is nervous. You slip off his lap and sit next to him, a tentative hand resting on his thigh. He reaches for it immediately, interlacing it in his own.

“You do recall the last time we shared a night. It was… well, it transcended the body. So to speak.” You nod, remembering the feeling of sailing across stars, of being caught in his arms, and then another pair of arms, and then another. Weightless. Glowing, but not warm. A breath of cold air, so refreshing, but almost… clean. 

“Such was the way I’d laid with another for many years in my life. Mystra, as you know. Then you. I realise now I had led you to it without asking for your preference, and for that I apologise. I was… eager to perform, and the familiarity gave me my best chance.

“My point is, it’s been quite a while since I’ve slept with someone on the… well, mortal plane, shall we say. Body to body. And that’s not saying I don’t want to – you, my love, are exquisite. However –” He clears his throat, somewhat in shame. “For the first time in a long time, of sorts, I’m suddenly finding myself rather… well, shy.” 

“Gale, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You know I am equally satisfied to simply share space with you,” you say quickly, searching his gaze. 

“Oh, no, it’s not quite that. I do want to have sex. Rather badly, if… well, if this is to be believed.” He gestures to his erection straining against his trousers, moisture weeping through the outline of his head. Your lips part at the sight, your breath catching in your throat, and it takes all of your concentration to focus on him, and what he has to say. 

“What I’m saying is… for tonight, at least, I would prefer to leave my clothes on. If that’s alright with you. And before you take it personally, I would have you know I make Tara leave the room before I undress, back in Waterdeep.” 

“Of course.” You reach up to kiss him on the cheek as you squeeze his hand. 

“And for whatever it’s worth, you are more than welcome to take your clothes off. I think I would rather enjoy the sight, actually.” 

“Is that so?” You flutter your eyelids at him, a look you know he cannot resist. “I may need some help with that.” 

“Come here,” he growls, a dark glint of mischief in his eye as he pulls you onto his lap once more. His fingers tangle eagerly into your shirt and he slides it off hungrily, your undergarments joining it on the floor with due haste. His thumb flicks over your nipple, hard and sensitive, and as you arch into his touch you find his thumb quickly replaced with his tongue. You moan, your hands curling around his face as his hand moves to pinch your other nipple. The sensation shoots from your chest across your body like sparks of lightning, and your hands glide down his neck. 

But then you find yourself faltering, pausing at his collarbones, half-obscured by his shirt. Gale notices you hesitate and resurfaces, his eyes meeting yours. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I’m… I’m not sure how to proceed,” you admit, a finger tracing the embroidery along the collar of his tunic. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I see.” Gale takes your hand. 

“First of all, thank you. For this. For being so endlessly patient. I cannot overstate how much that means to me.” He presses a long kiss into your hand. “Shall I?” You nod.

“Guide me, Gale.” 

With a soft moan, he guides your hand to his waist and slides it under his shirt, leading your palm up his torso, over the soft fold of his belly, and onto his chest. His shirt rides up as he does, exposing his skin to the air, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He drags your hand across his chest, gasping softly as your skin grazes against his pert nipples, and back again, the friction so delicious. 

Understanding, you match his rhythm on your own, your fingers awakening to massage his pec, your thumb ghosting over his sensitive nipple. He rises against you, so responsive to your touch. Sandwiched between his tunic and his warm body, you press your forehead against his, letting your other hand slide under his shirt, toying with both his nipples at once. He groans at the sensation, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, I may come from this alone,” he rasps, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck. “You drive me insane, love.” 

You dip your head with a smirk, deciding to nibble his chest through the fabric of his shirt. As your velvet-lined lips graze a particularly sensitive area he groans again, his hips thrusting up into you, his desire meeting yours. His heartbeat pulses through the fabric, and down where you are wet and wanting, swollen and sensitive, you feel it all the more. 

“Fuck.” You grind down against him, holding onto his chest, the canvas of your trousers offering some form of friction – new to you, but somehow equally enjoyable, if not more. You rock your hips harder, chasing the feeling. “Fuck, Gale.” 

“Fuck, say that again.” Gale slips a hand between your legs and begins to palm his bulge through his trousers. His body – and yours on his – sink even deeper into the sofa. “Say my name. Show me how much you want me.” 

“Gale.” You gasp as you rock against his hand, feeling yourself grow closer with every motion.

“Gods above. Come here.” Gale grasps your hand and shakily brings you into his breeches, past his undergarments. “Please,” he whispers, and it is all you need to hear. Your fingers curl around his shaft, and as soon as it does he moans, his grip on you tightening. You stroke down his length and back up, your thumb swirling around his throbbing head, smearing precum all over. His hand reaches for your chest again, and you welcome his touch with a sigh. 

“Gods, you are magnificent,” he groans as you continue to stroke his cock, slowing your pace and squeezing just a little tighter every time you reach the tip, and releasing it with a languid motion down his shaft once more. “And incredibly frustrating,” he adds with a half-mustered frown, even as the rest of him quivers at your touch. 

You move your hand faster, and with a groan he thrusts up into your grip, shifting his trousers lower. He repeats the motion again, and again, until he finally nudges his cock free of his breeches, leaving it at the mercy of your touch alone. Encouraged, you quicken your pace, panting into the crook of his neck as your hand worked, feeling his chest rise and fall in quick succession as he thrust unevenly under you, too lost in ecstasy to keep time or tempo. 

“I’m close,” he gasps, catching your hand over his cock. “Fuck, come here, grind against me.” He guides you over his bare cock, and you drag yourself against him, experimentally at first. 

“Gods, your breeches… they feel wonderful. And damp.” He rubs two fingers down between your legs, and you flush at the knowing gaze he gives you, smug and heavy with lust. “Is that how I make you feel, my love?” 

“Yes,” you breathe, rocking into his beckoning fingers. Gale removes his hand, relishing your whine, and replaces you over his cock. “Show me,” he growls into your neck as you wrap your arms around his’. 

With a strangled moan, you bear down upon him, thrusting with abandon, chasing the friction of fabric sandwiched between throbbing, sensitive flesh. He groans at the sensation, drawing you closer, his hips twitching wildly underneath yours. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, fuck, I’m going to -”

Your own pleasure builds as you move even faster, clenching fistfuls of his shirt for leverage, your forehead pressed against his. 

“Do it,” you gasp, a finger tracing down his jawline. 

“Come for me, Gale.” 

With a cry and a final thrust, he spills all over his shirt, crying your name as he does. Pearlescent streaks litter his purple shirt as he rides out the waves of his pleasure, his hips jerking wildly. 

His desperate rocking against you is too much to bear, and you find yourself unravelling not long after, his name spilling from your lips as you come, wrapped firmly in his embrace, muffling your moans in his chest as you sink into him, gasping for breath, utterly spent.

“Oh, gods. Gods.” He chuckles softly, one hand holding onto you, the other tugging at his shirt, examining the sticky streaks on top of it. “I suppose I’ll have to give it a wash.” You laugh softly, nuzzling deeper into his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. He nudges you off gently. 

“One moment, love. Don’t want to get your face all sticky.” He pulls the shirt over his chest and lets it flutter to the floor before dragging you back on top of him. “There we go. Much better.” You hum in agreement – his chest made for an excellent pillow, and you weren’t one to complain for the warmth of his bare skin. Your hand curls into a fist in the centre of his orb tattoo, and he places a hand over yours. 

“Did you enjoy yourself, love?” His free hand strokes your hair, and you nod, sleepy and sated, growing more so by the minute. 

“I wanted to thank you again,” he murmurs. “For your understanding. And your patience. I felt utterly safe with you. Something I haven’t felt in a long time.”

“Funny you should say that,” you mumble against his skin. “I feel utterly safe, wrapped up in your arms right now.” 

“An equal exchange, then.” 

Gale wraps both arms around you, holding you closer to him. You have a feeling he would never let go. 

He doesn’t, until the dawn comes.

#gale bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale smut #smut #pwp #nsft #balders gate 3 #bg3 #my fic #communicative sex MMHMM MMHMM #gale x tav #gale x reader #second person pov #fluff and smut #light angst #like a smidge of it #youngins avert thine eyes #minors dni

[creepylittlelady]

TOBY AND EJ IN YOUR AU PLEASE

Hello, sorry it took me so long to respond! I was quite busy today lol

I like Toby and EJ, so I have quite a bit on them! Sorry if you don't like them because they're not the most canon accurate, they're actually a bit more on the fanon side in some parts ;) I wanna give some more slice-of-life headcanons but if you want more serious ones I'll give them to you!

Toby

-So you know that 'Toby loves waffles :3" thing? Well in my AU it was a thing that happened but just not to that extreme. When he first moved into the mansion (Yes this is a Slendermansion AU), Waffles were his safe food and he ate them quite a lot, making the other residents at the time to make an inside joke about Toby loving waffles. These days he can't even look at a waffle without Jeff and Ben screaming "SAY THE LINE!" and staring at him until he says it.

It basically goes like:

Slender: What do you want for breakfast? Toby: *nervously fidgeting* Toby: *whispers* Waffles. Ben, from the other side of the room: DID I JUST HEAR SOMEONE SAY WAFFLES?? Ben and Jeff, in unison: SAY THE LINE TOBY! *UNCOMFORTABLE EYE CONTACT* Toby: *sighs* I love waffles. Ben: FUCK YEAH! Toby: I hate this stupid house.

-He's basically immune to Slender Sickness. Due to being around Slender so much he doesn't feel nauseous around him and gets really confused when newer residents get it when they first see him.

-He often has periods where he's really apathetic to most things and doesn't care, and then in the blink of an eye becomes an uncontrollable mess. He's got poor emotional regulation and when he gets irritated he goes into a RAGE about it.

-He secretly learnt Necromancy from a book in the Library and used it to try and bring back Lyra (is Lyra still a canon thing? Apparently she's her own character but I'm not sure at all). But Necromancy is a really difficult thing to accomplish so although he PARTIALLY brought her back she's more like a mindless zombie.

-Sometimes he'll visit his mother's house in the dead of night and leave presents for her. It's just something he does subconsciously that nobody knows about. On occasion Connie wakes up while he's doing it, but she just assumes that she's seeing things.

Every year on her birthday he breaks into her new house and places an inconspicuous birthday present on the dining table. She'll wake up the next morning incredibly confused on how it got there. Toby wishes that he and his mom can really meet again one day.

-Him and Natalie's relationship is...turbulent, to say the least. They've gotten together and broken up so much that nobody knows when they're dating anymore. They're really close regardless and hang out a lot, but they just hook up sometimes randomly, go on one date and break up again.

-His dad currently resides in the Underworld and Toby's met him several times. Due to his father being a sinner, the lowest of the low, Toby often beats him and stabs him with his axe every time he sees him. It's all perfectly legal.

-He frequently forgets random information about himself. Like at times he'll wake up and forget it's his birthday that day, he'll forget his age, sometimes he'll even forget his own name. Like deadass Masky will call his name like a million times and he'll be like "Man I hope this Toby fella answers soon".

-His closest friends are Masky, Hoodie, Kate and Natalie. He doesn't actually like Jeff all that much as he sees him as a dick, and he's pretty neutral towards most other people in the mansion. He HATES Ben and finds him scary, he won't even make eye contact. He prefers Eyeless Jack over the two of them however as he's Jeff and Ben's close friend he doesn't talk to him much.

-He actually secretly dislikes most of the mansion residents. Although he's pretty nice to everyone since he believes in yk not being a major bitch he doesn't care about most of them.

-MASSIVE PYROMANIAC, since he can't feel pain he doesn't really feel a sense of danger such as when there's a fire or when there's an enemy nearby.

-Okay, without delving too deep into my AU, he's one of the only ones who knows what's up 'going on' behind the scenes with Slenderman and Zalgo. He's somewhat aware of it so when an 'incident' happens he'll mainly be apathetic to it. Often times when Slenderman 'disappears', he'll cover for him.

-His mouth and jaw are incredibly numb so he can't really taste food, sometimes food will slip out of his mouth and he just won't know.

-When it comes to Sally and Lazari, he actually really likes them but sometimes when he's in his more irritable moods he finds them incredibly annoying and has snapped at Lazari a lot of times.

-When it comes to 'Missions' (like Proxy stuff), he's the only one that ever actually obeys Slender's orders. He has to remind Masky and Hoodie of what they're meant to be doing so much it tires him so he just lets them do what they think they're meant to do and laugh when they screw it up.

-He finds it funny with other people make mistakes, like he'll die of laughter when Laughing Jack hits his nose against a door.

-He owns a can of Pepper Spray that he'll use against Ben, Nina or the other ratchet Pastas when they get too crazy.

-Sometimes he'll act like fanon Toby, but more as a means of sarcasm. When Masky and Hoodie first met him they thought he was being serious so chocked him up as some incompetent loser, but he quickly let them know that he meant business.

-His love language is giving people random stuff. Like not even expensive stuff but if he likes you he'll hand you something random that he thinks you'll like. Or he'll give you a fun fact about a topic he knows you're interested in. He has a bunch of random Edgar Allen Poe or Drawing facts for Slender and Natalie. Once he gave Masky a black Sharpie he found lying in the woods for some reason.

-He's such a terrible singer on GOD but the thing is is that he loves singing so much that nobody can bring it up to him that he's shit at it.

-He has a lot of vocal tics, like he'll hum a random melody or yell "GOO GOOBIE!" randomly. Everyone's used to it. He's actually terrible at hiding from his victims because of this. He also has a tic where he throws WHATEVER is in his hands at that current moment right up into the air. Sometimes it's funny but other times it's concerning, especially when he's holding his own axe.

-Doesn't like video games because he finds them annoying and stressful.

-Once he got so mad at everyone that he checked himself into a Psych Ward under the name "Erin Rogers" and stayed there for a good six months. Everyone was so worried about him for a half of year and genuinely thought he was dead or in serious danger until one day he just waltzed back into the Labrinth unharmed and was like "Hey guys guess you've been wondering where I've been".

-He doesn't perceive the idea of people worrying about him so he does a lot of concerning things and doesn't realise that people genuinely worry for his safety sometimes.

-He's got no filter, or just has a really lax one. He'll say basically anything that comes to mind out loud, even if it's offensive to the person he's currently talking to.

-The kid goes missing A LOT. Slender actually had to file a Missing Persons Report for him because he disappeared for 4 months without contacting anyone. He comes back fine every time but he never tells anyone where he goes.

-Adding on to this, I kinda headcanon that he has a strange form of Amnesia where for months on end he'll forget who he is, anything about himself or his past, or even who anybody is around him. This causes him to run away frequently.

-He subconsciously uses himself as a human shield every time one of his friends is in danger. He'll throw himself in front of Masky and Hoodie if they're about to be shot by an Underworld General or something.

-Thinks that blood is really tasty and often will lick his own blood. This dude is NOT sanitary.

-Takes like one shower a year because he just forgets that he has a human body that gets dirty. Which is weird considering he's outside in the dirt and in a puddle of blood like every other day.

-He doesn't have a concept of boundaries so often time's he'll grab someone suddenly if he wants their attention. Usually it's harmless and the new Pastas get used to it eventually, but sometimes it's problematic when he grabs Lazari's horns or LJ's cone nose without their consent.

-Because in my AU Slenderman's Forest is a Labrinth where people don't age, although he's maybe in his 20s now he's still the exact same as he was when he was 17. He doesn't have a concept of time so this doesn't phase him as much as it phases EJ.

SPEAKING OF EJ...

Eyeless Jack

-He's got demon ears, and a demon tail. Yes that's right EJ IS A FURRY!!! Just Kidding but he does have some characteristics of a demon.

-There's a slight different between a Half-Demon like Lazari and a transformed demon like EJ. For one EJ has WAY more demonic urges than Lazari does and whilst hers are manageable, EJs definitely aren't. If he wants to kill, he has to do it otherwise he'll harm everything in his way, including himself.

-He's tried to cannibalise himself out of frustration several times, and his arms are now just permanently in bandages. Toby hits him with the Pepper Spray everytime he sees him chewing on any body part at all.

-When he's not submitting to his Demonic Urges, he's a really chill and nice guy. He's way more sane than anybody else in the Mansion and thinks everyone's unique and likes to observe them. His dream was always to be a doctor to support his parents and help others, so often times he takes care of people when they're sick.

-His demon side isn't that scary since he won't harm anybody he's close to, only himself and random people he comes across. Of course, you'll be terrified when you first see him absolutely DEVOURING the dead corpse of some random girl, but he'll always tell you that he'll never hurt you, even when he's in his Demonic State.

-Although he's an incredibly nice guy, he suffers severely with trust issues, especially when it comes to Romantic Affairs. Upon realising that Sally and Lazari were shipping him with all sorts of people, he got incredibly angry and told them that it wasn't okay.

-He's uncomfortable with romance in general after what happened with Jenny and doesn't see anybody in the Mansion as a potential Romantic Partner, since he sees relationships as something that will always end terribly and he doesn't want to soil his friendships with anyone.

-He's very close to Jeff and Ben, often coming along on their strange adventures just to watch. He believes that they aren't as bad as Toby thinks they are, so he finds it fun to hang out with them.

-He and Jeff are jokingly (KEYWORD JOKINGLY) romantic towards each other after finding out that Lazari had written fanfiction about the two of them. Although he doesn't like being shipped, Jeff helped turn into more of a funny inside joke.

-Although he has an affinity for human organs in his Demonic State and still nonchalantly consumes Kidneys regularly, he doesn't actually like meat. He's not really Vegan or Vegetarian, but he'll choose a Salad over a Steak, if you get what I'm saying.

-He's a valuable asset to the house due to his medical knowledge, and because of this is quite close to Dr Smiley and Nurse Ann, and often helps assist them with more serious cases like Natalie's eye infection and Jeff's mouth...injuries.

-He's one of the few people in the Mansion that actually liked Nina when she came, since most hated her initially, EJ helped her settle in and get to know everybody. He helps her a lot, especially when it comes to drama with her and Jeff.

-He really likes rock music and can play Guitar really well. He's not a great singer but can play an Acoustic Arrangement for any song you request him to do.

-Him and Liu are very close friends and helps Liu with panic attacks and sleep paralysis.

-He has a strictly PLATONIC relationship with everyone in the Mansion and outright discourages dating between residents, and didn't really approve of Natalie and Toby's relationship. Because of this he has no problem touching people in any way or sleeping in the same bed as people.

-As I said earlier, he did disapprove of Natalie and Toby's former relationship and advised them to break things off early, but he didn't really want to outright sabotage them. However, his own former trust issues subconsciously make him sabotage any romance he sees. He even discourages people on having CRUSHES in the Mansion.

-His trust issues cause a lot of problems, actually. Although he has no problem touching people or getting in their personal boundaries, he'll be PISSED if anybody grabs him suddenly or tries to hold his hand or anything like that.

-He has a rivalry with Laughing Jack over who's the better Jack. So far they're both even. Eyeless Jack insists that one day he'll win and be the true Jack.

-Okay in all seriousness EJ has been through a lot of shit, especially when he turned into EJ. I remember when I was little I saw this Creepypasta named "EJ Returns" or something like that where he was tied up in some Demon Hunter's basement.

This has happened to him a lot of times. Sometimes when he suddenly turns back to normal after eating somebody he'll get caught and he's the least fortunate out of everyone in the sense that the people that he gets caught by are ALWAYS occultists.

-He often has nightmares about being in this situation and because of this HATES basements and never goes into the Mansions basement unless there's a rotting corpse in there that he wants to eat.

-He desperately misses his old life, more than most of the Pastas do. Since his family and old friends are still alive he makes it an unhealthy habit to stalk them and follow them around in real life.

-In my AU, Jack Nyras is still a missing person and his disappearance was so mysterious that his case is still talked about on True Crime Podcasts. It was a nasty shock when he turned on the radio one day to discover people creating conspiracy theories on what really happened to him.

-When he came to the Mansion, his reaction was similar to Pomni from TADC. He believed it wasn't real. He broke down and wouldn't leave his room for WEEKS, and it was actually Jeff who brought him out of his shell. Although most Pastas think Jeff is a stuck up asshole EJ does have a sort of appreciation for him.

-He's blind, and although has a walking stick knows his way around the Mansion well enough to not need a guide. His sense of smell and his hearing is incredibly good.

-There's a lot of Braille books in the Library, and the section for it is referred to as the "EJ Section".

-He really likes Harry Potter and watches the movies every year.

-Jeff actually found him right outside the Forest, desperately consuming the flesh of someone Jeff had killed a day prior.

-Jack's sexuality is unknown, but we do know that he is at least attracted to women. He's claimed to have found men hot before but we may never know if he was telling the truth.

-His tail only really comes out when he's in his Demonic State, and yanking on it will NOT get you a good reaction.

-He has a fascination with watching people sleep. Don't ask him why, because he wouldn't tell you the answer.

-Upon his knowledge of what's 'going on', he has an understanding due to Toby constantly covering for Slender and Zalgo's strange behaviour. Due to being uncontrollably violent at times himself, he's sympathetic to whatever's truly going on but doesn't want to get involved.

-He does jobs with the Proxies quite a lot to the point where he even gets a paycheck (The Proxies are not slaves in this AU).

-He's really good at video games and even buys Ben a new Majora's Mask cartridge every year on his birthday to celebrate. Ben sees EJ as one of his favourite people and because of this tells him a lot about what his life was like before Drowning, but EJ won't tell.

-He owns a possessed item. It's a stuffed rabbit named Judas whom he insists can talk, but only when there is nobody else nearby. Lucy read Judas' aura and concluded that whoever is possessing Judas is a malicious entity. Despite this, EJ hasn't gotten rid of him.

-He discovered Nina and Liu and were the ones to bring them to the mansion.

-Due to the Forest being a Labyrinth and preventing it’s residents from ageing, EJ is constantly having an existential crisis on how old he is. Is he 19? Is he 29? Is he 50? He has no idea and worries about it everyday

Well, these are just some of them to get the ball rolling! I hope you liked them! If you want some more AU backstory I'll be happy to give more details ;)

If you want any more of them, whether it be on a specific topic, serious or light-hearted, feel free to ask! This was fun to write, I hope you enjoy reading, please correct me if I say anything that's too out of canon :3

If you’d like to ask for any characters in specific, any AU lore or any questions in general about the world then go ahead I promise I’ll try my best to always respond!!!

#creepypasta #littlelady #creepypasta au #creepypasta headcanons #eyeless jack #ticci toby #eyeless jack headcanons #ticci toby headcanons #jeff the killer #ben drowned #lazari creepypasta #lazari swann #sally williams #lifeless lucy #laughing jack #slenderman #zalgo creepypasta #lord zalgo #fanon #nina hopkins #nina the killer #jane the killer #clockwork #natalie ouellette #homicidal liu #waffles #masky #hoodie

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OC Questions. Alethaine Ancunin.

Based on this list of Tav questions

Alethaine Ancunin is the daughter of Astarion and OC Tav Tiriel. She is a High-Elf/Dhampir and Sorcerer/Necromancer with Lawful Neutral Allignment.

SCARS

As a dhampir she doesn't have many scars due to fast regeneration but her right palm looks burnt. It's a result of being chained in silver by "dhampir hunters". She ended up murdering them and reviving as ghols - but the skin never properly healed.

Upon returning home, Alethaine tried to hide the scars from her parents which ended with her mother forcing Alethaine to put off the gloves and show her what had happened.

RELIGION AND SUPERSTITIONS 

Alethaine is rational and cold-minded. She doesn't have any superstitions and isn't into religion.

"Maybe if I find a god of dhampirs, I will become a devoted cleric! But, alas, it seems like we have neither souls not gods!"

THE PREFERABLE WAY TO DIE

Alethaine has never thought about it. As a dhampir, she is going to live for at least seven hundred years and it's plenty of time.

CLASS

Sorcerer/Necromancer. She was born with innate abilities for necromancy which manifested in the age of eight when revived a dead kitten. Alethaine controls her abilities and knows a variety of dark spells.

"I will suck you dry and revive as a ghoul. And you will carry my books until I get tired of you!"

PREJUDICES

Alethaine doesn't believe dhampirs are capable of creating any form of organizaton let alone a state. On the other hand, she is distrustful of mortals, too, and usually prefer to assume the worst.

CHILDREN

Alethaine isn't sure if dhampirs are capable of having children and if they can what this child will be. As a demisexual, Alethaine hasn't met a person who she would be comfortable to share bed with, let alone starting a family. But she is suprisingly good with kids, especially little dhampirs.

FAMILY

Alethaine was a suprise child, because neither Astarion nor Tyrael had any idea about dhampirs (and they were still pretty rare 20 years post-game). But, gods. she was (and is) loved! Astarion saw fatherhood as a chance to become a better version of himself, Tyrael just suddenly felt an urge to be a mother. Alethaine knows she is always welcome at her parents' house and none of them will ever judge her (even if she really fucks up).

REASONS TO CRY

Alethaine knows a lot about the world and it makes her anxious. She can cry because of injustices and if other dhampirs suffer. Alethaine often cries out of stress. Astarion taught her it's better to cry out sorrows than withhold emotions.

POLITICAL OPINIONS

Alethaine has a soft spot for old-fashioned monarchies and sees them as a pretty rational way of ruling rather than oligarchies or republics.

LANGUAGES

She is bilingual from birth since Astarion preferred to speak Elven to her when they were alone. He also taught her Abyssal and Thieves Cant. With years, Alethaine learned Infernal and the language of Drows.

FAVOURITE GENRE

Romance novels. She usually has to read a lot of books on magic and other "serious stuff" and when she has a chance she reads the most tooth-rotting stuff she can think of.

HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER 

Alethaine is a light sleeper - she immediately wakes up if something is off, having almost predatory instincts.

FEARS

Alethaine fears loneliness - as a dhampir she feels off among the mortal and is afraid the older she gets the less people there will be who tolerate her.

She also fears to lose her freedom and mind autonomy. As a necromancer, she deals with unimaginable horrors and she knows how easy it is to lose yourself to some dark power.

STUPID THINGS TO BELIEVE

Stupid thing or not, she believes there is her thiramin somewhere (she is an elf, after all) and she just needs to find him or her. Besides she relates to her father- Astarion got his "knight in shining armour", so why shouldn't Alethaine?

COMFORT FOOD

Sweets. Alethaine has a sweet tooth.

SLEEPING

Alethaine sleeps as if she is in a coffin. On her back, hands at chest. At the same time, she is the person who hoardes all the pillows and blankets to sleep as comfortable as possible.

COPING

Alethaine often cries - she doesn't like to hide her emotions. When she is anxious, she starts walking on the ceiling. Sometimes, when everything is just too much, she goes to the nearest graveyard. It's possible to find her lying on some fresh grave with her arms open and eyes shut.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #alethaine ancunin #dhampirs of the sword's coast #meet the dhampirs #dnd dhampir #bg oc #bg3 astarion

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hello!! could you do w, i, and o for abner on the nsfw alphabet? i am so desperate for content abt him lmao 😭😭 thank u for still writing him

Abner Krill (Polka-dot-man) - NSFW Request (I, O, W)

Me: Oh boy, Abner! I’ve always been wanting to write something about this colorful dancing king queen since I watched TSS. This is going to be fun!

[Two/half months later.]

Me: *Staring intently at a bulletin board covered in pictures and notes with red string connecting to them, not knowing what time or day it is.*

Life [Walks in.]: Hey, uhh– friendly reminder that you still have that Government paper due tomorrow.

Me: MUTHERFU–

[Weeks later.]

Me [On the floor, defeated by the heavy mass of writer's block, reaching towards laptop to press enter.]: Finished– *Get’s crushed by an anvil of more writing tasks.*

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A/N: I had made a Venn Diagram of Abs, Bob, and Lonny to differ the boys since they all fall under the meow meow category. So, thank you for the wait.

Ima say this takes place after the TSS movie – don’t care if he died, as James A. Janisse would maybe say, “No body, no count.” (Same with Flag. *kicks book of Necromancy For Dummies under bed*)

Warning: Usual NSFW stuff, nothing too extreme. Made some parts long (cause I do what I want). Some head cannons that totally didn’t come up to me randomly while I was halfway through finishing. No proofreading, I go down in style. Is there anything smutty in the first half? No, not really. Did I get carried away again and build a oneshot sort of story? Perhaps. Will I ever make a long smutty moment in any of the alphabet requests? Idk. Hotel? Trivago.

Leans toward female reader pov, but mostly towards gender neutral.

Anyhoo, happy readings!

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I: Intimacy (*looks over at the letter C* Perhaps, I misjudged you.)

Abner lacks physical and emotional intimacy – and you can’t really blame him for it. Being locked up in Belle Reve and made fun of by the other inmates for so long – and to top it all off, his condition and past – he doesn’t have good social skills nor the confidence to approach someone for friendly/flirtatious banter. Even when he and his Task Force X friends go out to celebrate their new freedom at a local club, he still remains reserved and hidden. So he thought.

Throughout the night, Abner watched everyone have fun while sitting in a booth next to a large – totally not a man-eating shark – distinguish gentleman with a mustache, staring intently at a fish tank behind them. Cleo was out dancing wildly on the dance floor with a group of people, Harley sat across the room drinking with three intimidating women, and both Flag and Dubois went somewhere private to chat and drink alone. He consistently looks around the large room, scanning the neon interior and dancing occupant exotically swaying side to side, sipping his drink until his eyes land on a certain someone sitting by the bar. You.

You idly sat on one of the empty stools, swirling your drink in apathy and wearing the most eccentric, colorful outfit that made you stick out of the crowd. Abner nearly choked, spitting his drink through his nose, and erupted into a coughing fit. He didn’t notice Cleo returning to the booth, rushing to sit beside him, gently hitting his back. You were alone – in fact – you looked like you were waiting for someone, glancing at your surroundings and at your phone every minute. 

Supposedly, your date should’ve been here an hour ago. They texted you the address to this place to meet you at a time that was way past your curfew. Without a second thought, you agreed. You spend your whole evening prepping yourself to look nice. The only attire suitable for your first night out was the one that made it look like a clown puked on you. Looking around once more, you scan the room in hopes of seeing your date, not spotting Abner a few feet away staring gawkily at you, swiftly ducking his head to avoid glances.

Abner could feel his face burn red hot, he couldn’t hear Cleo’s muffled words over the sound of his heart pounding in his ear. He finally drew his attention towards Cleo when he heard her say, your glowing. Instantly, he slaps his face out of instinct to check if his glowing rash started popping up – knowing already he expelled the dots before they left. This is a first… Cleo gaped as his face began to flare up into dim hues of blue and red to green and yellow. His eyes move back to you, staring at your phone with a bleak expression. 

Honestly, you weren’t surprised when the screen showed they left you on read. You figured they would bail at the last minute, wasting half of your night to embarrass yourself. Thoughts began running through your head as you felt your chest grow heavy. I think that’s enough for one night. Holding back your tears, you took a shot of your drink and tapped the glass on the counter, going to spin your chair towards the exit when a tall man wearing what seems to be also a colorful button-up blouse blocks your way, startling you. Abner stood stiff as a board, nervously smiling at you. There was a moment of silence between you two. You watched as he glanced over and back at you, sending you mixed signals. Curious at what he was looking at, you turned and spotted two girls looking directly at you, one waving shyly, the other giving a thumbs up, and a– Wait is that a shark in disguise and a rat also waving at us?

You snap your attention back to the man in front of you, hearing him clear his throat out of discomfort before introducing himself as Abner, reaching his hand out towards you. To your dismay, you mindlessly took his hand, shaking it while telling him your name. Abner’s heart flutters at the sight of you smiling softly at him. You catch a glimpse of his cheeks glowing strangely, thinking it could be the lighting in the room. He takes a seat next to you, mumbling if he can buy you a drink, his smile widening when you accept the offer.

Shortly after your second drink, you hit it off pretty quickly, talking about certain things the two of you like, such as movies, and him introducing you to the group – keeping a very close eye on Nana– Bob doesn’t do anything to you. 

Soon you two were on the dance floor, swaying and bobbing your heads to the music, and before you knew it, you were face-to-face. Abner remembered sharing a long gaze with you, feeling as if time suddenly froze. He felt his cheeks boil achingly, noticing your expression contort into a bewildered look. Random patches of colorful glowing dots appeared and disappeared on his face. His eyes seemed to change color, following the primitive colors. 

Although you admired the way he looked, Abner on the other hand took it as a sign of being repulsed, causing something to trigger in his mind. But before he could let the imagery into his head, he hears you call out his name, slowly approaching him. You ask if you could hold his hand, reaching out for it when he accepts. You both stood in the middle for a while, only listening to the music playing on the speakers. Once he felt himself subside, he pulls towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You did the same, putting your arms around his neck, whispering reassuring words. He burrows his face into your shoulder, embracing the unknown feeling in his chest as his face emits a dim glow once again.

O: Oral 

*Abner: Clitoris?! Labia Majora?! Damn girl, how many pussies you got?!*

Abs is ok with giving oral to his partner. He’s a lil’ confuse at first, but he got spirit. He isn’t on the top 3, but somewhere around maybe 4-5. Krill prefers to use his hands to stimulate you than his mouth – since he can be flamboyant. It’s also a way for him to be slightly dominant and in control, edging you as soon as you near climaxing. 

When receiving oral from you, he melts into a whimpering puddle – he’s squirmish and restless at times, but only because you keep teasing his tip and shaft for revenge. To him, the sensation never gets old.

W: Wild Card (*cracks knuckles*)

*inhales*

Liiiiisten.

There’s a hc I have for this guy, but I prefer not to say what it is since it’s quite…vulgar. That and it also goes with a letter that rhymes with see. So here’s two headcannons that are pretty tame. Also, I hc Abner to be a vers.

Anyways.

Whenever Abner is having sexual intercourse with his partner, showing his emotions can be rather complex than his platonic relationship with you. Thus when he’s trying to gaze into your eyes, all you receive is a wide-eyed stare as he thrusts into you. Another aspect of his is uncontrollable giggling. At any moment, when you're riding him, something in his head switches and causes him to be a laughing mess. You remembered briefly stopping to ask him why he keeps laughing every single time you ask that question his response is the same, it feels good.

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A/N: Hope ya'll enjoyed reading, and thank you for liking/reblogging. I find it hard to express my emotions sometimes and overthink it. When I see that I'm getting positive remarks on a couple of stuff I wrote, I acknowledge and appreciate the kindness, but never respond to it. So again, thank you so much for the support. Next one's gonna be a Johnson request, and then whatevers on the to-do list.

#david dastmalchian #abner krill x reader #abner krill smut #polka dot man x reader #polka dot man

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Hey there, if you're still up for receiving asks, what do you think it would be like caught in a poly relationship with Ratko/Varney? Preferably with a human reader (male or gn please).

Maybe with the reader playing a similar role to Saint Germaine, although more willingly? I love the two disasters.

A/N: Lol, I love the two disasters as well; one of the highlights of the last season for me for sure! I think it’d take a VERY special human to catch their attention. For one, Ratko sees humans as pigs, all beneath him. Varney recognizes humans as important simply because they have souls and therefore are afforded influences on realms he is not. For this set of headcanons, let’s assume our Reader is just THAT gd special that both Ratko and Varney admire them enough to not only let them live but ask them to join in their arrangement. 

TW: Brief Mentions of Death, and Sex (not always in that order)

Gender Neutral Human Reader in a Poly! Relationship with Both Ratko & Varney 

You’re a human of, shall we say, unique talents and persuasions. Perhaps you’re a doctor or mortician, or a mad-scientist combination of the two. Perhaps you, like Saint Germaine, are an alchemist or magician. 

Whatever your occupation is, it deals with biology, sciences, mathematics, and most importantly, death. 

That’s of course how you met your two current partners, through the more morbid facets of your line of work. 

Ratko and Varney were quite the amusing pair to you from the get-go. As complete and utter opposites in personality and outlook, they butted heads more often than not, but that’s one of the reasons the three of you worked out so well! You were always the neutral party coming in with the tiebreaker. 

For whatever reason, you agree with Varney that Dracula must be brought back to life. However, unlike Varney, you don’t see why he must be brought back as a Rebis, fused with his dead wife. You understand this other associate in their plan, one Saint Germaine, is rather knowledgeable himself when it comes to alchemy, but there are several ways to go about raising the dead; surely any one of them is much less complicated than a plan such as this. 

Your back-and-forth arguments act as entertainment for Ratko, who just sits back and watches as his two lovers squabble in a language that might as well be in a foreign language to him. Rebis this, necromancy that. “The two of you squawk like chicken whose head has been cut off.” Ratko frequently says to the two of you. 

That of course always gets a rise out of both you and Varney: “How can a chicken squawk if it’s already dead?” Varney asks, falling for the bait every time. “You would need necromancy to reanimate said chicken!” You exclaim, equally none-the-wiser. 

This undead vs dead squawking chicken debate goes on in circles for a while until one of you, usually Varney, starts listing off your credentials. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m VANREY!” Which is hilarious, given there’s not a single soul amongst the three of you who doesn’t know the entire backstory of the other nor is there one of you who hasn’t seen the other two naked. Speaking of naked….

You were probably the first to initiate sex, not because Ratko or Varney weren’t attracted to you, or interested in sleeping with you. But because the two morons didn’t even realize that was an option! Well, I mean sure, they had each envisioned what it’d be like to sleep with you, but their imagination made it all seem theoretical. 

So one early morning you decide to take matters into your own hands. You strip down to nothing and wait for them to come back home before the sun fully rises. You lay there, splayed out on the bed, bare as a newborn babe, casually reading a book akin to the Kamasutra, complete with very detailed illustrations, of course!  

Varney is the first to notice. He sort of freezes before smirking. Ratko sees you second, his usual indifferent demeanor giving way to shock before an expression of reverence crosses his face. “Well, fellas?” You roll over, toss the book aside, and sit with your legs spread far apart, giving them a good show of everything you have to offer before pointing to a particular illustration on the left side of the book. “I’ve always wanted to try this one.”

It’s not a surprise their bickering crosses over into sex. They argue over who gets to do what first, so more often than not, you have to pick one of them to shove back down and get started, much to the chagrin of the one left standing. (Don’t worry about them too much though, they always join in themselves soon enough lol.) 

You work well together, even if there’s a total of like, seven brain cells between the three of you, and you have five of them on any given day. 

#varney the vampire #varney castlevania #ratko castlevania #castlevania x reader #castlevania imagines #castlevania imagine #varney x reader #ratko x reader #castlevania #hc #hot!

[beevean]

NFCV's version of Devil Forging frustrates me, because the changing it to an art that combines necromancy with alchemy (Animating dead bodies while altering their form into a new creature) isn't exactly a terrible change, cause that sounds exactly like the kind of technique that Dracula would create/teach, given his origin in alchemy and status as an undead wizard. But instead it's just another pointless change, because NFCV completely destroyed those potential connections, since Dracula's backstory is completely different and he no longer has any real connection to Devil Forging like he did in the game.

Yeah, it's one of those changes that I find perfectly neutral, except for a few details.

Changing Forging from an alchemical process to full blown necromancy makes perfect sense, and it's exactly that kind of blasphemous art that would get them shunned from the human world. It's creepy, it's gross, it's utterly disrespectful to the deceased, it defies God's creed. The last part especially would fit our good Dracula "wife dead, i will become an immortal hellish creature to spite god himself" Tepes like a glove lol.

Furthermore, I appreciate the intent to nerf Forgemasters lmao. In the games, they're basically demigods: they only need some stones and gems to forge any creature they want, and there you go. Plus, they're beasts in hand-to-hand combat as well. In the show, they need material, and they need their special tool: without them, they're powerless. Well, they were supposed to be powerless, judging by their S2 stats: we know that Isaac quickly became an untouchable Gary Stu while Hector was kept completely incompetent and even a worse Forgemaster than his colleague :^) but it's a good idea, certainly better than having Sypha be the Avatar just because she's OP in CV3 lol

I also liked the idea of Isaac studying as an adult, while Hector was born a prodigy. The idea could have been that Isaac understood precisely what he was getting into, while Hector was burdened with this terrible power, it's all he knows, and he never thought too deeply about it, hence his cavalier attitude regarding death.

The thing that bothers me the most is that Devil Forging is common in the NFCVverse. Isaac didn't study under Dracula, he just... studied on his own in the desert. Devil Forgemasters have been a thing since forever - St. Germain mentions a book written by one 200 years prior. Vampires know all about Devil Forging. Magic users know all about Devil Forging. And in Nocturne is even worse. It really cheapens this art: magic as powerful and terrible such as necromancy shouldn't be this widespread. I would have accepted the idea of Dracula lying to Hector to hire him if he truly, truly didn't have a better choice, because yeah Hector is not up to mass slaughter and that's an issue but he is the best help he can get. What stopped Dracula from going to, say, Miranda? What, did he avoid Italy? :P

And, personally (although sadly I understand why Ellis wouldn't know about it since it's obscure knowledge), my favorite part of Devil Forging in the games is that Dracula gave part of his power to Hector and Isaac.

The two are intrinsically linked to him now. They are his creations, in a way. They owe their power to him. It's another step towards their dehumanization. Plus, it's a nice reminder that Dracula used to be an alchemist in life: he's passing on his own old knowledge, albeit twisted, to his students.

So you can imagine why the mere idea of a Devil Forging machine feels like an insult :^)

#castlevania #anti netflixvania #the thoughts. i have many.

[alwachart]

Cora, the shadow of Cormyr

Everyone has such nice OCs to ship with Raphael, obviously I had to board ship too. This is the PT where I'll finally give him the crown. Happy devil = happy me.

So without further ado...

Name: Corali at birth (elven for legendary shadow), just Cora now

Necromancer, half-hag wood elf, 5'3", +43yrs old

Traits: Self-sufficient, ambitious, sultry, cultured, cynical

Goals: avoid transforming into an ugly hag, become immortal (and find love, but she doesn't know that yet kkkk)

She has dealt with Raphael before the events of BG3, little backstory under the cut ↓↓↓

In the middle of the night, barely a few hours alive, a half-wood elf baby was unceremoniously abandoned at the stairs of a temple. She was given the name Corali by the clerics who found her, for she came in the shadows, in hopes that a strong name would guide her through the hard life ahead of her…Corali grew up in an orphanage of Baldur's Gate smaller than her peers and with a sickly green pallor, she was bullied and often spent her time alone in their small library with only dusty, mould-ridden books as friends. Her unkind nature didn't do any good to her either, she revelled in other kids' suffering and even adults were wary around her. On her 13th birthday her bleak existence changed forever, her insidious nature manifested giving her the ability to become invisible. Corali was half-hag, a green hag to be exact.

Wandering the streets of Baldur's Gate a powerful dark magic led her to the place that would be her home for the next 30 years, the mansion of Carrion the Mystic. Intrigued by her fey nature, he took her under his wing and taught her to master her magic along with his forbidden knowledge of necromancy. In exchange for this kindness

She acted as his eyes, ears and voice outside the quaint fortress, dealing with mortals in his place. Tired of being at his beck and call, once she'd learnt everything she could from her master and his books Corali looked for a way out of her imposed slavery, dreading she would be forever doing his bidding, even after death, brought back like so many others. Her research landed her on a dead end when to acquire the necessary ingredient for the potion that would turn her untraceable by Carrion, she needed the help of a fiend.

Corali prepared the ritual, she intended to summon a lesser fiend, but at the time Gale was messing with the weave for Mystra and the spell backfired, bringing Raphael to this plane instead, in Cambion form.

Needless to say, he was less than pleased to be pulled from his house of hope into the middle of nowhere, and for a mortal who refused to deal with him the moment she laid eyes on his figure. The shrew clung to her soul, a challenge he would relish winning like so many others before her. But the half-fey surprised him, offering the souls of others, plural, in exchange for his help. Of course, Raphael accepted, amused by the ruthlessness of the woman.

Corali stole the souls of Mystic Carrion's sentient servants and delivered them to the Cambion, adding her final ingredient to her potion and turning invisible with her fey powers opposite the devil, getting the hell out of Baldur's Gate as Raphael chuckled darkly behind her. He was intrigued.

The witch took residence in Suzail (Cormyr) going by the name Cora. A bit on the nose, but she was a shadow, no one would know who she was. Their paths crossed many times, Raphael and Cora always had a few words or a knowing glance for each other as they went about their business in the city.

Eventually, dirty deeds caught up with her and Cora's worst nightmare began to come true: giving in to evil was turning her into a hag. She had tried to live a life of neutrality and lawfulness, not out of the goodness of her heart but out of fear; fear of becoming an ugly crone as, she imagined, her biological mother was. In a desperate attempt to prevent this horrible fate, Cora returned to this corner of Faerûn looking for a certain hag's help...and that's how she ended up abducted by illithids in the nautiloid.

Interesting facts about green hags that have me crazy in love with this idea:

Cora is the embodiment of I can't fix him, but I can make him worse lol lol lol

Srsly I'm in love with my own idea, what has bg3 done to me, I have not created OCs in like 10 years.

Thanks for reading if you've made it this far, here's her face up close

#bg3 player character #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion #baldurs gate 3 tav #bg3 romance #bg3 roleplay #bg3 original character #necromancer #i dont even know #the brainrot is real #bg3 shipping #my ocs #my art #tav bg3 #bg3 tav #my tav #my Tav: Cora #bg3 oc #baldurs gate tav #tav oc #raphael romance #deadDevil

[saelrum]

YOU OLAY DND⁉️

Y E S. Our newest session has just ended, actually

We manage an English speaking club and our main DND session has been running for half a year now, on Pathfinder. We have played almost 25 sessions, but it's not even half of the whole plot)

The story takes place in a medieval fantasy-steampunk-magepunk kinda world with rich history.

In short, this is a story of an extremely diverse group of adventurers. They all have their own problems in life, but some shared missions made them into pretty good friends and earned their team a name.

In long....

Well, as you asked for the plot, let me tell you the current story))

The name of our campaign is "The Lesser Evil".

The world experiences major changes now - an ongoing conflict takes place between The Hegemony of Arvil and The Coalition.

Hegemony is a magocracy built on necromancy. It is really modern for the current age, but most of the nearby countries consider them to be villainous because of their dark magic and because their ruler is a lich. (In actuality, Hegemony hasn't done anything bad at all... for now)

About Coalition I don't know too much, but dark rumors are going around that they've been experimenting on humanoid creatures, turning them into abominations.

There are also Neutral Grounds (they just don't want to take part in war), Great Elven Empire (those racist bastards think they're above everyone else and probably eat other humanoid creatures...) and Frēolond (northern country with little to no technology that's been stuck between two warring factions)

Characters from our party were mercenaries at first (called themselves SRG - standing for Some Random Guys), but then they managed to recommend themselves for the higher-up in the Hegemony and now have a mission from him - to get to a specific town. Which.... Was supposed to be our first major mission, but we decided to travel to other places and found FAR more trouble for ourselves and still haven't gotten there. But we fought dragons, destroyed crimelords, uncovered ancient ruins, worked alongside the 20 lvl mage, found some friends, went to a mascarade ball, lost all of our possessions..... And half of our team.... Good stuff :"D

On our last adventure we've got separated into two groups, because half of our party was stolen by some pirates, with our ship, and crashed in a forest xd. The other half is looking for them now

Also, were going to have a RAID BOSS for FOUR parties very soon! Can't wait for it tbh

If you have more specific questions I can probably answer them, as I plan on posting more things about this campaign here.

It has a high probability to be turned into an actual animated/book series, so I'm not sharing all the details not to spoil the plot, only some brief or common information

For now, have some arts connected to it)

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd art #dnd story #dnd the lesser evil #digital art #sketch #original character #question answer #TLE #TLE lore

[risenocs]

Marta | D&D | Original Canon

Other Verses

Basics

First Name: Mantra

Last Name: N/A

Alias: Marta

Age: 27

Race: Tiefling (Bloodline of Mephistopheles)

Class: Wizard (Necromancer) (Level 8)

Skills: Arcana, History, Investigation, Insight

Alignment: True Neutral

Background: Sage

Languages: Common, Infernal, Elvish, Dwarvish

Stats

Strength: 10 (+0)

Dexterity: 12 (+1)

Constitution: 14 (+2)

Intelligence: 20 (+5)

Wisdom: 14 (+2)

Charisma: 10 (+1)

Life

Mantra grew up in a village just outside of a large city

She didn’t have very many friends since most kids her age thought she was weird because of her morbid interests and hobbies

Thankfully, she did have one friend, a half-elf nicknamed Sunny, who always stood by her side no matter how grossed out she was with Mantra’s interests

When Mantra was 12, Sunny unfortunately died in a house fire supposedly caused by an accident involving candles being knocked over onto flammable materials in the building

Mantra was utterly devastated when she learned of Sunny’s death, and for a little while genuinely didn’t accept that her friend was dead, but when the funeral happened she was forced to face reality

She became obsessed with finding a way to bring her only friend back to life and studied for years about magic in the city her village was near, going so far as to get permission to read books in restricted sections of libraries to learn about Necromancy (of course she never told anyone that), but unfortunately never found anything more than ways to reanimate a body and speak to the dead

Until one day (age 25) she learned about a book holding secret knowledge of how to bringing the dead back to life, not simply reanimate the body them but resurrect the person

Without hesitation she left home to search for the book, not giving any word of warning to her family or teachers about what she was doing

It took about a year and a half for Mantra to find the book, and once she found the books she immediately returned to her hometown to attempt resurrecting Sunny

She went at night, in an attempt to hide the fact she was practicing necromancy, to Sunny’s grave and dug up her corpse to cast the spell

Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite powerful enough to cast the spell completely and was found by a group of towns folk (including her parents) who had heard someone sneaking through town to the graveyard

She tried her best to talk her way out of the situation, to tell them she wasn’t doing anything wrong, but no one would listen to what she had to say, not even her parents, and the small mob chased her out of town

When she tried to go back to her hometown or even the city, she was chased away and called a monster for practicing necromancy

So, now she travels the realm alone, going by a different name and trying to get stronger so she can try again to use the spell that resurrects a person

Appearance

Height: 5’5” (a little over 167cm)

Weight: 130lbs (a little under 59kg)

Note: These images are from the character creater in BG3

Personality

MBTI: INTJ (this is my own assessment and may change)

Mantra tends to keep to herself, trying to avoid any unnecessary attention, turning a blind eye when seeing people in need. However, if someone asks for her help she will give it.

Despite how much she tries to avoid unnecessary attention, she dooes tend to bring it upon herself due to her naturally curious nature

Doesn’t open up to people at all due to the fear of being shunned and abandoned again

Her mind, to put it simply, is very frail and she always seems to be teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown despite how calm she may seem

Relationships

Parents: When she was younger, she had a wonderful relationship with her parents and they even supported her interests in magic. However, after the incident of trying to bring Sunny back to life, her parents turned their backs on her along with the rest of her hometown.

Sunny: Her best and only childhood friend. The two were inseparable and did everything together even if the other didn’t like it. Mantra was and still is devastated by her friend’s death.

#risenocs.marta.D&D #original character #d&d character #d&d oc #risenocs.marta

[jayahult]

Spell Alignment in TTRPGs

So. a while back I saw a post about D&D (and close cousins Pathfinder and similar games) and the sort of implicit problems with the morality systems of those games as it relates to magic. As a really basic example, a lot of spells are cordoned off as being considered basically, fundamentally evil, particularly if they relate to necromancy. From a meta perspective this sorta makes sense. The default party is assumed to be either explicitly on the side of the righteous or at the very least mercenary enough to realize that the Cult of the Demon of Backstabbing Machiavellianism are not good business partners, or some combination of the two. You cordon off certain spells to be "baddie only" and you can essentially tweak those abilities however you please and not really upset player balance, while still keeping the option open for an "evil" party.

The problem comes with how spells are labeled as "evil" and the sort of underlying implications of those labels. The classic example is raise dead. You take a corpse, and turn it into a mindless servant that does whatever you tell it to for a period of time. The underlying assumption here is sort of obvious: you're desecrating a corpse and using them as a slave, which is always an evil act. The problem is that this creates a dissonance with basically any contact with reality. The soul has already quit the body, left it behind, and the corpse is a shell. Animating raw clay or iron to serve you is a morally neutral act, but when that raw material used to be a person, it suddenly becomes taboo because of underlying assumptions the creators have about corpses, not because the act of using those raw materials is inherently immoral. And this isn't even getting into the fact that, theoretically, someone could willingly consent to have their corpse brought back as a servant. After all, in real life, people donate their corpses to science or to donate organs all the time. Plus, that servant could easily be used to do good or neutral acts. Nothing really prevents you from running a farm or building a house with undead servants besides maybe the fact that they've got bad ability scores for it. I guess you could argue that you're undercutting the pay of living workers, thus it's evil, but you get the idea.

This dissonance only gets amplified when you start looking at combat-oriented spells and classes that are cordoned off for being evil. To really get into the highest level of this disparity, we can look at The Book of Vile Darkness for 3rd Edition D&D. TBVD was designed explicitly as a sourcebook for more options for evil characters, whether in the party or on the DM side of the screen. Some of these spells make sense for why they're explicitly considered evil. For example, befoul and despoil poison and kill water and food supplies on a mass scale, something often considered a dick move across cultures. However, a lot of them are just... cartoonishly violent? Slash tongue is an eeeevil cantrip that instantly cuts your opponents tongue. It deals one whole point of damage and makes them take some penalties for a few rounds from pain. Sorrow is an eeeevil enchantment spell that makes someone really sad so they take a -3 on all rolls for like, a minute or two at most. Drown is an eeevil spell that makes a target's lungs instantly fill with with water, which you might think would instantly kill them but rules-wise it just makes them start to drown on dry land, with associated penalties to anything to do with speech using their lungs. My point is, when you look at a lot of these spells, they aren't inherently more evil than a lot of the stuff you'd give to players. Acid splash is a very basic spell available to a lot of spellcasters in most editions of D&D that does what it says on the tin: you splash magically-conjured acid onto a target, dealing acid damage to them. In real life, that would be called, you know, an acid attack, and is widely considered to be one of the more heinous forms of assault that can be performed on someone because in addition to being potentially lethal in the right circumstance, it can also leave someone with permanent, visible and disfiguring scars. Fireball, a mainstay of wizards throughout D&D history, is essentially an incendiary bomb that turns enemies into charcoal. The ways in which you could abuse dominate person or polymorph barely need mentioning. Perhaps most weird out of the bunch is the vermin lord - essentially a prestige class who functions sort of as a druid, but for bugs. And they're evil!... because bugs are gross? It's really unclear why vermin are inherently more evil than other animals besides sole, out of universe disgust factor on the part of the creators.

So, how do we resolve this problem in D&D? I dunno. I mean, let's be real here. D&D is not really the best TTRPG for the fineries of moral debate over whether your wizard is breaking international law by casting cloudkill. It's not really that sort of game in any edition. There aren't really hard and fast rules in the base game for determining what alignment particular actions fall into, just general ideas and concepts that are nebulous and shift from edition to edition and even adventure to adventure. The game, mechanically speaking, is not particularly interested in the exact morality of a character, and it's become less interested in this over time across editions. Paladins in 5e, for example, are no longer limited to being lawful good, instead having a specific code of conduct that they adhere to. And from a pure play perspective, I think this change is probably for the better. Without both a strong mechanical system and consistent outlook, all alignment does is 1) delineate what targets are acceptable, 2) delineate what mechanical options are available to certain kinds of players and 3) create arguments at the table with no answer in the rulebook that grind play to a halt.

(This whole myopia did incidentally inspire the only real D&D adventure that I'd like to run someday. The core hook is that one of the player's friends is being attacked by devils, and no one is quite sure why. The players do some fighting, try to figure out the mystery, and then eventually a higher-up from Hell intervenes. He apologizes and explains that the friend in question was targeted as part of a clerical error; a person who was trying to avoid damnation got confused with the friend, and he'll gladly pay for any damages - this sort of thing rarely happens anymore, the first slip-up in a few millennia. When the players inquire further, or get mad at his failure, he will explain the actual structure of the universe. It is, inherently and irrevocably "just." Every good person gets a good afterlife. Every bad person gets a bad afterlife. Every neutral person gets a neutral afterlife. In history, no good deed has ever gone unrewarded and no bad deed has ever gone unpunished. The gods actually engineered the exact scenario that allows adventuring parties like theirs to proliferate. This is because adventuring parties are able to deal with things like vampires, ghosts, liches and other semi-immortal creatures, which are seen as basically trying to "cheat the system" and get out of their just desserts. And then he reassures them that they're doing great work, leaves, and lets the party sort of stew in that revelation. Their reaction - hopefully to try to overturn the system - then becomes the overarching metaplot.)

There is something there to the design element of "action / morality tied abilities" in the context of TTRPGs, though. I think if you really wanted to go all out with it, you'd have to crib a bit from White Wolf-style morality bars, where players have sliding scales representing where they are morally, but instead of relating to humanity, it could relate to different kinds of and levels of magic. As you unlock more powerful abilities and magic, the restrictions you face are more and more stringent. A level one life magician can only take a life if it would prevent another person's death, whereas a level ten life magician has to literally watch where they step lest the crush an insect beneath their foot and lose some of their power. I think there's something there as a design idea that naturally plays into roleplaying.

#ttrpg #dnd #my writing #design thoughts

[neverfalling]

☼ BASICS ☼

NAME: Safiye Başak BIRTHDAY: 24 April 1992 ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral AGE: 31 SPECIES: Air Witch - Necromancy FACECLAIM: Melisa Pamuk

Safiye can be resourceful, determined, and patient, but also selfish, manipulative, and deceptive.

☼ BIOGRAPHY ☼

Born in Çeşme, Turkiye to a witch couple of utterly average ability, and was placed thoroughly in her older brother's shadow almost immediately. He was naturally gifted--there wasn't much he couldn't do with ease and mastery of most things came with little effort. Safiye, on the other hand, required steady hard work to come even close to whatever her brother did without trying.

Her parents didn't mean to neglect her, but their son excelled in every task--magical and otherwise--and so in their pursuit of ensuring a place of esteem for their son, they often forgot Safiye existed. Birthdays were sometimes forgotten, and a solo walk home from school when they failed to meet her there happened a couple times a month.

Despite this, her brother was never unkind to her, a fact that only served to infuriate a temperamental little girl. Loneliness grew to resentment and bitterness, and when he finally left to do whatever it was that would make him More Amazing, Safiye thought perhaps finally her parents would do something other than fawn over him.

That didn't happen. Instead, Safiye was made to learn the family business, which involved the buying and selling of books both magical and mundane. Though numbers and organization were easy and interesting to her, her parents' insistence that this would be her life soured the activity to her.

Around age 20, she came across a bit of information in an old book her parents acquired that involved a ritual to funnel power to a witch who performed it. It wasn't so much instructions as it was a warning against such a thing, but Safiye was nonetheless intrigued. If she couldn't come by power so naturally as her brother, then she may as well take it for herself.

It took her two years to cobble together the ritual as well as the reagents needed to perform it. The resulting spell should have killed her, but instead resulted in demolishing half her childhood home and her expulsion from the family for performing such an abhorrent ritual.

With little more than what she could carry in a backpack, Safiye left home feeling lost and betrayed, but she soon realized that despite the destruction, something had changed about her magic. Her survival meant she was drawn to the trappings of death, and such things gave her power. Blood, sacrifice, and the dead themselves were now her domain.

Safiye's business knowledge and ability to work harder than anyone else eventually landed her with a small but successful magical bookstore in New York City. She doesn't willingly associate with the coven in power there and discovered most witches find her a little off-putting anyway. The ritual left a stain on her magic, one the magically sensitive often notice but aren't sure of the source.

Her bookstore doubles as a front for a successful smuggling business, one she doesn't discuss and and goes to great lengths to hide.

Caring for people doesn't come naturally given her upbringing and the difficult life she's lived since leaving Turkiye, and so she was a little blindsided when a shithead little witch by the name of Astraea bullied her way into her life and quickly became the most important thing in it. Safiye is not a particularly violent person--if only because clean up for such things is a lot of work--but if something happened to Rae, she'd burn the entire world to ash.

☼ EXTRA ☼

The ritual Safiye performed may have given her a wealth of incredible power, but it's not without its drawbacks. For one, where most witches have some sort of guidance in the form of elders or old grimoires, Safiye's magic is largely unknown territory--what she knows has been gleaned through hard work and experimentation, and it's not always successful.

In addition, where some witches might exhaust themselves with over-extending their abilities, getting too close to such a limit feels akin to burnout. She toes the line of her abilities carefully, quite sure that a step too far will result in her death.

A lot of usual spells don't particularly work for Safiye anymore, particularly when it comes to healing. From what she can tell, she's lost all ability to do such spells, even if she comes at them from an angle of blood or death magic. The spells either fail or backfire catastrophically. It's inconvenient, but Safiye is nothing if not careful.

The smuggling business is incredibly private and she's very secretive about it. She needs to trust the people with whom she does business, and after a lifetime of mistreatment from within her family and without, that trust doesn't come easily.

Vampires are not welcome in her shop. After a near-death experience in her mid-20s, she's been incredibly careful about vampires, and that includes an enchantment in her shop that makes it deeply unsettling for a vampire. At first it simply feels like an oppressive atmosphere, but as the vampire lingers, the enchantment will eventually incite pain akin to an aneurysm.

#bio #bio: safiye

[obsessedwithegos]

!! <3

I'LL INTRODUCE YOU TO KRIHARE, ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVORITE BLORBOS I RARELY TALK ABOUT HERE

CW for Lady whumper, Death (his own and familial), Framing resulting in his falling, Forced murder, Forced use of necromancy magic, Possession, One sided 'relationship'

Most CWs will be highlighted and stated when over so you can skip those parts!

Krihare is a fallen angel in my dnd world! He's also a necromancer!

Originally he was the angel of morality for the god of balance, Atara

CW: Framing resulting in his falling At that point in his life he was known as Morael! He fell as a result of another angel, the angel of confidence (known as Uisul), took Atara book that they used to communicate with their worshippers and destroyed it before dumping all the evidence on Morael! Morael was completely unaware of it until he was caught with the evidence and was thus made to fall! CW over

BUT BEFORE MORAEL HE WAS KNOWN AS AERIC LUNARSHINE

CW Death (his own and familial)

He lived on a continent named Urios where he had a partner and 3 kids (all adults) :> Unfortunately they were all killed by Tiamat when she destroyed Urios- Two of his kids were reincarnated into unicorns, one of which was later killed by Uisul to spite Morael, and one is still living under the name Helios! (CW over)

ANYWAY BACK TO KRIHARE So when Krihare fell, there were rules to his falling. He couldn't have normal classes, his class had to be related to the dead. Thus he was forced to become a necromancer. He was also going to form a magical bond to a random person, he didn't know who, but that bond forces him to stay with them.

On top of that, if he goes long periods of time without using his magic, his magic starts to hurt him.

He eventually came across a kingdom called Zlesa and met a high elf there named Melody! Melody wished to become queen and Krihare was desperate to find someone to use magic with as he was HURTING, and he could help make Melody's wish possible!

So they performed a ritual to grant Melody more power, but it went wrong due to unknown reasons to both of them at the time, (Wont go into that atm bc it involves even more context) but while Melody did get more power, the necrotic magic twisted her mind and she became something between undead and living.

After Zlesa's current ruler at the time as killed, Melody took over and Krihare worked for her because [drum roll] THE BOND CONNECTED TO MELODY!

CW forced murder, use of necromancy magic, and possession

Over time Krihare was forced to kill the citizens of Zlesa one by one and reanimated them to get them to love Melody even more, or at least be neutral about her. If he failed to do anything per Melody's demand, she could cast Dominate Person on him and make him do whatever she wanted.

And since Krihare had that bond that stuck him to her, the spell didn't have the limitations it normally would! So he essentially became a puppet to her!

CW over

CW for One sided 'relationship'

While Melody and Krihare aren't dating, Melody definitely very much has feelings for Krihare that he's very much aware of but refuses to acknowledge.

In Melody's eyes there is a strong emotional relationship between the two of them, in Krihare's eyes it's nothing but business.

CW over

So Krihare is stuck in Zlesa with Melody doing the dirty work for her while she relishes in being a beloved queen!

But she does allow him to have a pet owlbear named Sweetie that he cherishes! (Nothing bad ever happens to Sweetie, that is a strict rule I have.)

In my campaign Forgotten Familiarities @emmettnet 's secondary character Dirce is currently dating Krihare and is doing fey's best to get his bond to Melody broken so Krihare can be free from her! And Dirce is very close to doing it but fey is sacrificing feyself for it!

Over all Krihare is INCREDIBLY tragic and this is just a rough summary! A few more things about him are under the cut with art!

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CW for talked about eye whump (on a prosthetic eye), art of preparation for a necromancy ritual, thought about mouth whump!

He has a prosthetic eye with Atara's symbol on it (as he still worships them) which Melody carved her own symbol over because she wanted Krihare's eyes to only be on her!

During the celebration of life of Zlesa's past ruler, instead of having a good time at the ball, Krihare was being made to prepare a ritual to kill Melody's ex and resurrect them so she could get their power! (As the power that was all supposed to go to her partially went to them as well)

Luckily for Virran (Melody's ex) This ritual was unsuccessful as the FF party foiled it!

Oh! And every time he uses his magic, his mouth changes colors, glows, and has the symbol of Atara on his tongue!

Melody has certainly thought about ruining that symbol as well but hasn't yet figured out a good way to go about it as the symbol fades away after a while of Krihare not using his magic!

gen: @emmettnet @thebluejaysworld

#owe answers #riverlett-arboreal #ask game #krihare tag #whump #whump tag #lady whumper #major character death #magic whump #possession #eye whump #mouth whump #ask to tag #Krihare is one of my favorite blorbos i think about him constantly qwq #long post #melody tag #atara tag #forgotten familiarities #fantasy whump #all art is my own! :>

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Fuck it, posting my favorite Tavs here

Fileen Wildspring

Half High-Elf | College of Lore Bard | Performer | 31 yo

Fileen Wildspring

Alignment: Chaotic neutral/good

Romance: Astarion

Closest companion(s): Gale, Karlach

Summary: Like many other bards, Fileen appears as an outgoing person skilled with the luth and theatrics. However be wary of the words coming of her mouth, Fileen won't hesitate to manipulate the truth either for survival or for fun. If you get to spend more time with her, you might learn that she is the result of a forbidden affair between a high elf nobleman and a peasant raised in secret... or the daughter of a poor farmer dying of exhaustion... or sold off to a hag by her despicable mother! If you are even lucky, you might learn her objective of finding back someone close to her... Behind this well crafted facade of secrets Fileen is genuinely passionate about music and bardic arts, happy to bring hope and joy through her art and is a compassionate person willing to help when possible. Maybe this journey will help her heal her past wounds, learn to open up to people and fill the loneliness in her heart... Funfact: Has a vendetta against swans... evil creatures She is a music nerd... much like Gale with magic, Fileen's life is music. She doesn't talk too much about it because people don't care enough, but get to know her and show interest and she will rant about how Volo's ballads are actually mid at best, how fascinating musical instrument making can be or how elvish literature influenced musics in Silverymoon

Eleanor Laslan

Mephistopheles Tiefling | Abjuration Wizard | Noble | 26 yo

(Lady) Eleanor Kalista Medaly Laslan

Alignment: neutral good

Romance(s): Gale

Closest Companion(s): Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart

Summary:

As far as the patriars of Baldur's Gate are concerned, Eleanor's life truly started at 12 years old when Lord Andar Laslan adopted her and anyone who'd dare to contest her status would face the wrath of her loving father. Showing impressive skills, fast learning and curiosity in magic, it wasn't long before Eleanor became a trained wizard thanks to the support of her father and the tutoring of her master.

However her aunt Lady Nacacia Caldwell, her husband and children did not look kindly on Eleanor's adoption and didn't hesitate to voice their disdain, going as far as influencing other nobles and magic users In Baldur's Gate into thinking the same.

Eleanor has never left the city before, and now with a tadpole in her head she wants nothing more than go back home and carry on her studies.

Funfact:

A hobby of hers is making (enchanted) lotions, makeup, shampoos ...

Her studies in abjuration led her to develop a passion for necromancy, or more precisely, hexes and curses. She claims it's to better remove them but she definitely knows far more than she let on, and likes to collect cursed/possessed books and artifacts

Lorroakan tried to court her once, it didn't go well

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #my tav #bg3 tav #my ocs #my ocs stuff #oc fileen #oc eleanor #my beautiful princesses #i love them so much woouwww