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#mc: ferelith
dragonswithjetpacks · 3 months
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I was looking through some old screens today because I've been missing BG3 and...
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... when you're zooted and it's your turn at the drive through...
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... when you could possibly die but your girlfriend has nice tits...
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... when your partner tells you it's time to go but you decided you have nothing to wear...
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ellawrites-if · 4 months
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I literally lay awake at night thinking about Brin Zai Poly and Kaiju daughter you have no idea
Just MC, their two nerdy partners, their Kaiju daughter and their dog chilling in bed together.
Somehow Dog still takes up most of the bed.
(Side note I was looking up pictures of baby Kaiju’s and they’re kinda scary looking 😭 hope you all know that Ferelith is the prettiest little (she’s bigger than an elephant) princess ever to be seen on Earth and beyond.)
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kalorphic · 11 months
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Scientist poly scientist poly scientist poly!!!!!!
(Sorry, you're just fulfilling my ideal self insert poly route that I've wanted since I watched the films and that means everything to me)
Don’t apologise lol! I totally get that, I absolutely adored newmann’s relationship and the idea of MC (and their adopted daughter Kaiju baby, Ferelith) slotting into that dynamic was too good to pass up.
Hence, Brin and Zai only being romanceable in the (scientist) poly !!
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kota-stoker · 3 years
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Commission for @dragonswithjetpacks. Thank you so much, it was a pleasure to work on Ferelith 🖤
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hirodraga · 3 years
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A vewy big one of Blades of Light and Shadow for @ferelithebold / @arcanecadenza :D Look at thembabes, ferelith and their lovers!! Thank you so much for comish me! Comm info ^
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linkswife · 3 years
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Commission for @dragonswithjetpacks of her oc Ferelith! I had so much fun drawing her. It was a great pleasure 😊💚
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randomclownsheep · 3 years
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It's been a while since last time I've made a digital drawing so I'm a little rusty.
This is my MC Ferelith and Solomon in a date-
OH MY GOD THE HAND IS NOT FACING THE RIGHT DIRECTION THAT'S WHAT I HATE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS DRAWING HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT---
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ellawrites-if · 11 months
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Is our dog going to die? 💔
Absolutely not !!
Doggo and Ferelith have all the plot armour 🤍
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dragonswithjetpacks · 4 months
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Fall Around
-dragonswithjetpacks
Summary: Ferelith ventures out on a personal quest after receiving information there may be a shop nearby that can help her translate a tome in her possession. Though she is willing to go alone, Astarion insists on trailing along. And thus ensues a playful adventure. (Bonus content in further chapters)
Notes: I felt helplessly romantic today and was reading through some things. I remember when I first wrote this, I thought it was the most raunchy thing I had ever written. I then went on to write more raunchy things. I edited this today and just wanted to repost it.
Another Note: 100% NSFW!!!!! You can make lemonade with these lemons.
Read here on Ao3.
It was a rounded stone staircase to a two-story cabin that Ferelith walked up. The sign hanging from the doorway read  Apothecary . Nothing else. No clever title, no surnames. Just...  Apothecary . It was usually those kind of shops she enjoyed the most. They were always straightforward. And she could generally find what she was looking for. She had insisted on going alone, but Astarion refused to allow her to travel by herself. There was too much at risk and he claimed he would rather act as a gentlemen escort than sit at camp with nothing to do. He was mostly quiet, which was odd, but she enjoyed his company nonetheless. He followed her up the staircase, also observing the sign swinging above the door.
"Charming," he said behind her. "You're sure this is it?"
"If not, we'll find out shortly."
"Fair enough," he sighed.
Ferelith opened the door to find a quaint room filled with shelves. Unfortunately... most of them were empty. Behind the desk was a man dressed in dark green robes. He seemed to be busy binding some sort of pouch but tossed it aside the moment he saw customers.
"Good afternoon!" he smiled. "I'm afraid the shop is low on stock. But I'm sure can help you find something today."
"I'm not exactly here to buy anything. I just had a few questions about some runes I found."
"Runes?" his brow lowered. "Well, I'm a bit rusty. But I can see what I can do."
Ferelith looked over her shoulder to her companion. Perhaps they had chosen poorly after all. The man led them around his counter to a small sitting area in the corner. Behind it was an archway. She did the best she could to lean over to get a better look, but the man took notice and put himself between her and the doorway. He gave Astarion a warning glance before he sat at the table. 
"Let's see what you have," he diverted their attention.
Ferelith took her component bag from around her shoulder, hanging it off the back of the chair. She sat down and reached into a breast pocket behind the front of her leather vest. She tossed the book on the table, causing the shopkeep to flinch as if it produced some sort of foul odor.
"What is this?" he said, his tone suddenly changing.
"A book," she replied nonchalantly.
"That's not a book... that's a plague. A bane cursed upon the unfortunate."
Ferelith exchanged a look with Astarion, who remained standing next to her.
"I'm only trying to decypher a message within it."
The shopkeep laughed, holding his stomach so as not to burst. "The best thing you can do with a book like this is to throw it away."
"I can't," she leaned forward. "If you could just-"
"I'll not touch anything that dark from the fey," he shook his head. "Why don't  you  tell me where you got it?"
A hand slammed down onto the table, shaking the book upon it. Astarion was leaning on that hand, hovering over the shopkeep, his eyes burning red.
"It's nothing more than just a silly book," he attempted persuasion. "If you could simply just... look  at it, that is all we ask."
The man was suddenly shaken but intrigued by Astarion in some way.
"You look different as well," he narrowed his eyes. "Where are  you  from?"
Ferelith let out a heavy sigh. "Perhaps we could trade, sir. I have a variety of items, here. I could pay you for your time."
The man looked over, glancing down into the bag that she now held open. The contents inside made him bolt from his chair. Astarion abruptly pushed him back down as Ferelith casually rummaged through the bag.
"Both of you," his face was filled with horror, Astarion's hand still lingering. "Creatures of the night. Fowl descendants of darkness. I'll have nothing to do with your evil plots."
"I assure you, this is far more boring than whatever it is you're imagining," Astarion crossed his arms.
"Get out of my shop!"
Ferelith froze, holding a jar of what appeared to be wasps in her hand. She looked to Astarion, who shrugged and gave her a questioning look. He was asking for permission, but she shook her head, shoving the jar back in her bag.
"We'll go," she rose from her chair.
Astarion placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her closer to the door. It was an affectionate gesture that was odd to her, but she allowed it, feeling some sort of desire from him to protect her. The man fumbled behind them, mumbling about hellfire and dark fey. Ferelith did what she could to ignore him, but she could feel the rage swelling inside her. As they exited the door, Ferelith turned, lowering Astarion's hand from her side.
"I apologize for the inconvenience," she gave a slight bow.
"I will not be fooled by your disguise," he stated in an angry tone. "You can't hide what you are, hag."
Not another word escaped her mouth before Astarion put himself between her and the shopkeeper. His hand clasped around his throat and slammed him into the wall and part of the door frame, causing it to crack. Ferelith could see the indention on the man’s neck where his fingertips dug into him, causing his face to turn red and his eyes to bulge. Astarion snarled, showing the full extent of his fangs.
"I would be very careful what you say next," he said. "If I even give you the chance."
The man tried to speak but only choked on his tongue. Astarion refused to let go. He waited until his face turned nearly purple before he released him, causing him to collapse on his stoop. He coughed loudly, gasping as the air tried to come in and out of his starved lungs. He reached out to grasp anything to help him onto his feet. Astarion stepped aside to avoid his flailing hand which eventually found the railing. The man looked up, his bloodshot eyes widening in fear as Astarion looked down at him. The expression he gave was that of disgust and his hand flexed as if waiting for Ferelith to permit him to slaughter the pathetic creature. It made something inside her squirm. 
"I'll call the guard," his voice was hoarse. "I'll call them. And they'll cut that pretty head of yours, revealing what you truly are. They'll hunt down your abomination. Both of you are damned."
Astarion calmly stepped forward over him but felt the warmth of Ferelith’s touch on his hand. That did not stop the man from falling backward. His hands scrambled beneath his shirt, looking for what appeared to be an amulet of sorts. Small mutters of prayer came from his mouth as he looked about, questioning if shouting for help would be worth it. Ferelith knelt to the man, her pale yellow eyes looking at what he clutched to his chest. 
"You'll die soon," she said calmly. "But not by my hand. I'll find what I need elsewhere." 
Astarion bared his fangs one last time to keep the man quiet. Ferelith, on the other hand, was already descending the stairs. Her face was full of frustration to the point a wrinkle had formed on the bridge of her nose. He knew the moment she did not deny his touch in the shop, she was heavy with emotion. Ferelith was not a touch sort of person. However, something changed within her as they rounded the corner and she pulled him down into an alley. He couldn't ask why, as there was no time. She pulled him forward with her arms wrapped tightly around him, shoving her face into his shoulder to allow her scream to become muffled. Astarion raised both hands in the air, looking from side to side as she released her anger. He could feel the vibrations on his skin and oddly wished it was more attractive than it really was. 
When Ferelith had finished her face had turned red. She panted heavily and pushed him away, brushing her hair from her face. With a deep inhale she held her breath, straightened her tunic, and exhaled. As she did, the color drained from her face. Her true self had returned. 
"Fucking bastard," she mumbled to herself. 
"Do you want me to go back? I could just kill him." 
Ferelith turned to him, her expression fading from anger to what he was sure he could not mistake for lust. A smile spread across her lips followed by a small bit of laughter. She stepped closer to him, her hands sliding up his chest and clutching the collar of his armor. She yanked down hard, pulling him onto her lips. As unexpected as it was, it most certainly was wanted. Their kiss was heavy and even somewhat sloppy. It was as if she had been desiring this for days. When she pulled away, she left her lips hanging under his. She opened her eyes and looked up into his.
“I like what you did... at the shop.”
“Touch your back?” he questioned.
“No... the way you shoved him into his chair.”
“Oh...?” he purred back in reply. “Anything... else?”
Ferelith let go of his collar, running her hands down his chest.
“I like the way you frightened him with your threats. The way you spoke...”
“Go on...” his hands were reaching down to her thighs.
“I couldn’t help myself. I was wet watching you shout at him.”
Astarion groaned as he bent his knees, lifting her and placing her back against the wall.
“And when you squeezed his neck...”
She felt his grip tighten around the bottom of her thighs as he pressed his pelvis against her. Her interest in his antics left him wanting, too. The excitement brought him to her lips as he thrust her aggressively against the brick behind them. There was no shame to him, but he still worried about the attention they could bring after the uproar they had just caused. Dying in an alley wasn't ideal, but it wouldn't have been a bad way to go with her at his lips. 
"I have an idea," she said on the cusp of his lips between breaths.
"If it involves being inside you, I won't need much persuading," he replied quickly. 
"The shopkeep is distracted with the guard. The building is empty." 
Astarion's face lit up, a wide smile forming and showing all the points of his teeth. "You wicked... wicked woman." 
There was no hesitation from Ferelith as she turned, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind her. Following was easy, his steps correlating with hers as they ran back down the alley. She marched up the steps, looking back to smile at him. They would have to go around another alley to the back of the house. Somehow, she knew the way, as if she had been planning to break in all along. Watching the back of her, her hair bouncing as she ran, the over-the-shoulder smile, her hand clutching his own... something about it made him feel free. There was no beat to his heart, but something in his chest rushed through him. 
It tightened as they approached the back of the shop. Ferelith let go of his hand when she stepped to the window. Peering in through a crack, she had been correct. The man had left the house empty. Unguarded. And was more than likely leaving to report the incident to the town guard. The window’s shutters were bolted, but it was nothing Astarion could not pick through. It fell to the ground with a thud and he opened it quietly. With ease, he climbed inside. Ferelith quickly followed. 
The room they landed in appeared to be the mixing room in the back. Dried herbs were hanging from the rafts, empty cauldrons were waiting to be scrubbed, various notes were nailed to the walls, and random tools of the craft were scattered about. But the one thing that was abundant in the room... were tables. And it took Ferelith no time to pick one, scattered with notes and herbs. She took Astarion by the hand, walking backward and slowly dragging him with her. He watched as she slid herself on a table with her arms leaned back to support her. She spread her legs, inviting him. He accepted, sliding his hands from her knees down her thighs. They resumed their kiss from the alleyway, Ferelith reaching desperately for his breeches. 
This was a side to her he had never seen before. Not outside of dreams, anyway. There was a ferocity to her kiss and a look in her eye that sparked something inside him. It made him impatient as well. As she had finished untying the string at his waist, she reached down the front of his breeches, grabbing him around the shaft and pulling upward. There was a heavy exhale from him as she moved her hand around it, feeling the wetness from his tip with her thumb. Her boots needed to be removed. Now. His hands were quick, sliding them off one leg and then the other. He wasn't quite sure where he threw them, but he was willing to purchase her new ones if he had to. Her leathers were next, in which case she had had already begun to untie them. With one hand, he lifted her from the table. And with a combined effort from the two, they slid the pants to her ankles. One leg he managed to slide off, the other he didn't have time for. 
Rising between her legs, he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her forward aggressively and kissing her with an open mouth. She pulled him forward by the hips, thrusting herself into him at the edge of the table. As he reached down to pull himself out, he realized how incredibly hard he truly was. She was pulling at him, pulling at his darker instinct. With his hand still around the tip, he moved a finger to the cloth of her small clothes that blocked his path. He shifted them to the side and rubbed the tip of his finger against her, feeling how ready she was to have him. She squirmed, biting his lip and making him groan. She drew him in again, her hands now buried under the sides of his pants and digging into his hip bones. He slid his hand down to the base of his shaft, feeling it slick from his wetness and now hers. 
He moaned loudly when he dove inside, causing him to toss back his head. The soft warmth of her walls tightened around him. She kissed him on the neck, stretching up to bite his jaw. He moaned again, pulling out and thrusting back in. Her hands rose under his shirt, clawing at his lower back as he began to pump inside her. He kissed her again, breathing heavily through his nose. The more he was inside, the faster he began to move. Small whimpers came from the back of her throat. He had decided he wanted to hear more of them. He removed his lips to bury his face into her shoulder. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on either side of her and onto the table, causing her to lean back and push her bottom half further to the edge. He moved harder, making her cry out with pleasure, clutching his back to stay balanced. Her legs rose and she wrapped them around him. But he needed more space. He moved his hand to her thigh, where he grabbed it and lifted it to plunge deeper into her. 
It felt good. It felt so damn good. Her body tightened and she felt the first convulsion that sent a chill through her body, signaling the beginnings of her climax. Astarion groaned deeply, a heavy breath that billowed from the bottom of his lungs. Her pleasure was ecstasy to him. The more she shouted, the harder he thrust. He straightened himself up, watching his manhood slide in and out of her. Her cloth panties were still pushed to the side and he decided they were a hinderance to his sight. There wasn't time for pause, so he reached down and tugged. They ripped apart at his hand with no trouble at all. However, the full impact of seeing himself inside her was overwhelming and he quickly looked away as he felt a twitch that would cause him to cum too quickly. He looked at her, instead, watching her body bounce in motion with his movements. Her head was craned back, her neck arched upward and he could see her cheeks getting red. Her nails dug into his flesh and he growled but did not stop. He slid his arm through the crook in her leg below the knee, holding her at her lower back. His movement slowed to a steady in-and-out thrust. Her walls were pulsing, ready and wanting... and waiting. The hand on the table came up her back, straightening her and resting on the back of her head. His fingers tangled into her hair and he could feel her hot breath on his neck. He tightened his grip, feeling another surge for himself, as well. 
"Cum for me," he said into her ear.
A soft moan fell from her lips, slipping into his ear. Her hands retracted from his back, slithering their way back down to his hips where she felt him push and pull.
"Make me," she whispered back.
He pulled her away from him, gently, to look her in the eyes. There was the spark again. The look of defiance. It made him want to slam her onto the table. But he couldn't. Not yet. He wanted to make her suffer. He pumped slowly, feeling the insides tighten each time he passed through. She was close. And as her face became askew, mouth open with hooded eyes, he could see she was resisting. She was voluntarily tightening herself and releasing, holding on to extend her pleasure. He grinned, thoroughly enjoying watching the expression on her face change as he went deeper and deeper with every sway.
"Oh," she said, her mouth hanging open. "Oh... my..."
Her hands squeezed his hips, desperately trying to move him. But he was in control. And the consistency of his cock passing through her walls and touching deep inside her sent a steady flowing chill through her body. He could feel it, too, her walls no longer pulsing... but tightening. He pressed his lips firmly together, fighting his own climax as she became wetter around him. He hummed loudly, his hand unclutching the back of her head and slamming onto the table. 
"Don't stop," she begged, loosening her grasp and letting him move. 
She felt it from her fingertips down to the very tips of her toes, a warm sensation that tingled her entire body. And at the center was Astarion, still steadily and slowly pumping into her. There was a loud cry followed by desperate gasps for air and small whimpers. He placed his other hand on the table giving one last thrust into her as he felt her loosen. His head lifted, kissing her immediately. And he would have been able to contain himself... if he hadn't felt the bite of her teeth on his bottom lip. He pulled away, but she hadn't let go, his lip sliding between them. The darkness came back, just when he thought he had controlled it. He only had to take a half step to slide her off the surface. Her legs were shaking and he held her up, helping her turn over. A foot came down onto the pants still wrapped around her ankle. And as he turned her, they came off her foot. Ferelith tried to steady herself, but it was no use. Astarion had thrust himself back inside her without any gentle ease. Her arms rose to the table and she tried to plant them down before he reached up, grabbing one of her wrists and holding it behind her back. With her free arm, she reached up to grab the other end... but could not find it. Instead, she wrinkled the research that was left on the table. It rocked back and forth as he slammed himself against her. And it was all she could do to just enjoy it. Her eyes rolled back and she could feel herself tighten around him again, the sensitivity from before heightening his deep thrusts. 
The slickness from her orgasm made it easy for him to slide in and out without resistance, allowing his pace to move faster. And harder. Ferelith could not control the cries coming from her mouth as he touched the very center of her over and over. He had another urge to grab her, his sinister thoughts coming out again. Not wanting to completely incapacitate her, he grabbed her rear and squeezed it until he made a handprint. He watched her bounce against his hips, his cock sliding effortlessly into her. He watched for a moment, the visual combining with the sensation sending him over the edge. He let go of her wrist, grabbing both her hips and pulling her closer, thrusting deeper inside her. He pushed two more times before finally feeling himself release. He moaned loudly, continuing to bounce her on him as he felt his manhood twitch inside her. He pulled himself out, examining the creamy liquid on his member.
He let go of Ferelith but quickly caught her as she began to lean too far to one side. She turned around with his hands to guide her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
"More than alright," she panted, hoisting herself up.
They both began to laugh, Ferelith leaning her forehead against his and running her hands up his arms. 
"Here," he lifted her onto the table, knowing she would spill what was inside her onto the research they had just spoiled. "Let me find something to clean up with."
Looking around, he didn't trust anything inside the apothecary to clean himself with. He casually walked into the front area and noticed a robe hanging on a coat rack near the door. He gave a quick glance out the window and saw no one was near the shop. Then grabbed the robe to head back to Ferelith, who was patiently waiting and catching her breath. He wiped himself first, which was hardly a mess at all, and handed it to his partner. He tucked himself back into his breeches and tied it up just as neatly as before. 
"Could... could you maybe not watch?" she said standing up.
There was a small drip that descended her leg. He lifted a brow, feeling himself harden again at his handy work. 
"I suppose I could give the lady some privacy," his eyes rose to meet her.
He gave a slight gracious bow before turning his back, walking toward a different part of the room. It was covered in books. Many of them were old and covered in dust as if they had not been touched in a very long time. The titles seemed to have obscure names. Something similar to what Ferelith would read. He had no knowledge of such things, but he could tell magic from cultism. And these books were certainly darker in nature. He grabbed one, in particular, an emerald green book with a faded gold bird stamped on the side. He opened it to see it was written in elvish. Something he was acquainted with. But then other parts he could not understand. And as he flipped through the book, he noticed small charts of what appeared to be runes. 
"Ferelith..." he called quietly. 
"Yes?" she asked sweetly.
He smiled, wanting to look at her, but not wanting to disrupt her space. He had noticed she was always more pleasant after a good orgasm. This wasn't the first time she used that tone with him. He adored it and the warm feeling it gave him.
"You should look at this. It appears we were in the right place after all."
He heard the thud of the robe falling to the floor and the soft pitter-patter of her feet trotting toward him. She snatched the book from him, causing him to look over with disdain. With her leathers draped over her shoulders, she began to flip through the pages. Her mind was lost in thought and her eyes stuck in a trance, she sat the book down the table. They didn't leave the page as she slid her legs through the pantholes.
"That stingy prick," she said, her eyes still darting through the words. 
"I thought he didn't deal with the fey?"
"I don't think he does. This is sylvan. Druidic. Old... druidic."
She hopped pulling her pants to her waste but when she reached down to tie them, she didn't feel the strings. A quick flash of annoyance came onto her face, but she was still too focused. 
"It's part of a set..." she flipped the book over to see the bird. "One of three. I believe I have another that belongs to it."
"Are any of these part of the set?"
Ferelith finally looked up to Astarion, who was gesturing to the series of books he had discovered. Her hand touched each one as her eyes scanned over their spines. She took out several of them, opening them and finding more runes, more sigils, more spells. One book in particular she tapped.
"This, here. Abyssal? Infernal?"
"Infernal," he said, leaning over her.
"You can read it?"
"Some," he said.
"Perfect... that will make transcribing it much easier," her eyes lit up when she looked at him. 
"Let's get started. I'll grab the rest of the books," he began to stack them together on the table.
Ferelith placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn and look in her direction. It slid to his neck while her other caressed the side of his face. 
"I've never been more attracted to you," she said before she kissed him.
Wrapping his arms around her, he felt the sudden urge to throw her on another table. 
"Do we have time for another round?" he said above a whisper, his hand sliding underneath her.
"Doubtful," she said with a satisfied exhale but slid his hand away. 
Ferelith turned back toward the table, placing the books she had pulled out into her satchel. Before she could face the bookshelf to grab the others, she felt hands around her waste. He pressed her against the table, his teeth grazing the side of her neck. She folded, pressing her backside into his crotch, dropping the bag, and letting out a loud moan. He reached back down, tucking his hand beneath her breeches where he could feel she wasn't wearing anything beneath them. Just as she reached up to grab the back of his head, there was a sudden scream from the door. 
Astarion pulled his hand away, quickly turning to see the shopkeep had made his way back. Ferelith reached down, grabbing the bag with the books in it. He shoved her toward the window and she climbed through clumsily, tripping a bit before she caught her footing. She took off running before she knew Astarion was behind her. But within a few short seconds, she could hear his footsteps followed by the cursing of a man leaning out the window. Ferelith was fast, especially on bare feet, but Astarion was by far faster. She could hear him panting behind her. She hadn't the slightest idea of where she was going, but she zipped through the alleyways until she knew they were safe. She found a path with a stack of crates and slowed her pace to flop down behind them. Astarion was right behind her, placing his back on the wall and sliding down next to her. Breathing heavily, they both looked at one another. And much like two troublesome children, the second their eyes met, they burst into laughter. Ferelith paused to admire the authenticity of his laugh. Seeing him smile like that, his head back with his laughter echoing off the walls, it made her feel a genuine sense of joy that usually had a hard time finding a place in her life. 
" That ," he caught his breath, "was not what I expected when you said you needed a few things from town."
"You'll learn not to have expectations with me," she grinned.
"Spontaneity all the way through, then?" he turned to look at her, taking her hand into his. "Should be fun."
He lifted it, kissing her knuckles and holding her hand to his mouth while looking at her with large eyes. Ferelith rolled her eyes, taking her hand back from him. 
"Alright, enough," she rose to her feet. "Let's get back to camp."
There was a sudden pull on her strings... oddly, from the back. She looked over at Astarion, tying her breeches for her.
"Are you aware your pants are on backward?"
"What? No!"
"Would you like to fix them?"
"No... You can take them off for me later."
"Oh, yes. Be sure to remind me, darling," he turned around, waving his hands behind his back. "Now get on my back. I'll carry you. Just until we're out of town. These city streets are filthier than the dirt-trodden paths."
Ferelith adjusted her satchel across her shoulder, feeling the heaviness from the weight of the books. She looked at Astarion's back, his hands stretched behind him waiting for her. It was clear she wanted to decline, but something was preventing her from doing so. The fluttering of joy came through her chest again. Astarion looked over his shoulder, becoming impatient.
"Well? Come on."
One last smile to him, and she reluctantly hopped on his back, hearing him make a small grunt as he hoisted her up. 
"Do you think he'd be willing to give back my boots?" she said, her head resting atop his.
"We can certainly try." Astarion shrugged. "If not, my offer still stands on killing him."
And they both grinned, the wind blowing slightly through the wide alleyway as they made their voyage out of town.
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ellawrites-if · 11 months
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Development blog for the upcoming IF: The Whisper in the Mist. This IF is based on Pacific Rim media (with a focus on the 2013 film).
Asks are welcome (including explicit asks).
Rated 18+ for explicit language, unhealthy coping methods, dark humour, mental health issues, character death, sexual content (optional), violence, blood, gore, mutilation and body horror, and murder and attempted murder. Will be updated as needed.
Setting: Tsing Yi Island, Hong Kong (with futuristic elements).
Other IF account: @kalorphic
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When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely...I'd look up at the stars and wonder if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction.
When alien life entered our world it was from deep beneath the Pacific Ocean. A fissure between two tectonic plates. A portal between dimensions.
They called it the Breach.
- Raleigh Beckett (Pacific Rim).
It’s funny how quickly things can change.
One minute you’re on top of the world, then the next, your world is crumbling down around you…
Five years ago, you and your drift partner had the highest success rates of any Jaeger pilots. Now, one horrific tragedy and a hasty promotion later, you’re pushing pencils thousands of miles away from the place you called home.
That is, until a Kaiju with stealth abilities like nothing that’s ever been seen before crawls out of the Breach.
Recalled back into service, you’re forced to team up with your once rival under the command of your former drift partner, and the advice of two scientists who seem more interested in the Kaiju’s than your safety. All while someone with more money than sense attempts to undermine you at every turn.
With everything seemingly against you, will you take up the mantle of hero once more or will you let the darkness plaguing your mind consume you?
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Customisable MC (including name, pronouns, appearance, and identity). Personality is semi-set (MC uses humour and sarcasm as a coping method for their trauma) for a majority of the time, however there will be chances for character development and therefore more personality choices.
Pilot a Jaeger, fight Kaiju’s, and keep the world safe all while battling your own demons.
Five characters are available to romance. Two are only romanceable in a (triad) poly.
Found family.
RO PoVs.
Befriend (and potentially adopt) a baby Kaiju. Also give your dog lots of love.
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Ciaran O’Doherty [M/F] - Hot-tempered and viciously in denial of the love they have for you that has only seemed to grow in your absence, Ciaran is your newly assigned drift partner and self-proclaimed rival. [PROFILE].
Killian Zhao [M/F] - Once a talented pilot and your former drift partner, Killian is now your formidable and highly respected commanding officer with a soft spot reserved just for you. [PROFILE].
Brin Kazlauskas [M/F/NB] - Waspish, fastidious, and someone that no one wants to be on the wrong side of, Brin is a K-Science officer with a wicked protective streak towards Zai and you . Only romanceable in a poly with Zai. [PROFILE].
Zai Oumarou [M/F/NB] - Despite a somewhat anxious disposition around those xe doesn’t know, Zai is a K-Science officer with a lot of enthusiasm and a deep curiosity towards Kaiju. Only romanceable in a poly with Brin. [PROFILE].
Ajax Nikolaou [M!NB/F!NB] - With a twisted determination to be a giant pain in your ass, Ajax is the ruthless CEO of Nikolaou Industries, a company that seeks to make the Pan Pacific Defense Corps completely redundant. [PROFILE].
Ferelith [F] - The baby Kaiju with a sweet character that was rescued by Zai, Ferelith loves cuddles, Lord of the Rings (according to Zai), and munching on Brin’s lab coat.
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ellawrites-if · 10 months
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Queeestion, if the MC was able to read minds for a day, what would be the first thing they'd "hear" from the ROs? Pre-relationship, in crushing stage? 👀
Let’s say they’ve just seen MC walk into a room…
Ciaran: it should be illegal for someone to be that attractive, it’s like they were put on this earth just to torment me.
Killian: they look happy, I just wish it was genuine.
Brin: I suppose falling for them as well isn’t the worst mistake I’ve made…
Zai: I wonder if they want to exercise Ferelith with Brin and I later? We’d all enjoy having them around.
Ajax: how should I get their attention today?
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ellawrites-if · 11 months
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hello :) on a scale of 1-10, how resistant are the ro’s to the mc’s puppy dog eyes? ty!!
Hello !!
Ciaran: -10000 - puppy dog eyes is an instant KO and they hate it.
Killian: 8 - they’ve known MC for years, you’ll need more than just mere puppy dog eyes to make them fold.
Brin: 10 - they work with Zai on a daily basis, they are stone cold to puppy dog eyes.
Zai: 1 - puts up an extremely weak resistance, but get Ferelith in the picture too and Zai is done.
Ajax: 6 - they’ll fold but they like to make you work for it a bit first.
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dragonswithjetpacks · 3 years
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Children of the wild ones...
Ferelith x Astarion
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dragonswithjetpacks · 3 years
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“I wasn’t going to...”
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dragonswithjetpacks · 3 years
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When you have a fight and have to meditate in the opposite direction...
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dragonswithjetpacks · 3 years
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“Astarion,do you see this kid?”
“I see this kid, Ferelith...”
“Fuck this kid.”
BONUS:
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