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Thank you @wasteful-sam for the tag! I wish I could say I've been productive with any of my fanfics still sitting in my notes, but I'm afraid I have had a seriously bad case of writer's block and a lack of focus lately. That said, even @thecampjuicebox has no idea that I'm currently whipping up a Sion response to our RP (🤫😉). So... here's where I left off:
Bend him, break him, twist and twine. Soon his thoughts, too, will sound like mine.
Sion growled, a sound that vibrated deep in his chest, low and dangerous like the warning growl of a beast cornered. It was a sound that could've easily been associated with the immense pleasure of his and Jax's coupling, but it was a warning without words for the Seed to go quiet in his head–a threat only the Seed would feel. It didn't stop. The mockery continued, a wet, squelching rhythm in his mind that matched the slick sounds of their bodies. Bend him, break him, little bird, don't fly. Clip the wings with kindness and he'll never ask you why, the Seed laughed, and Sion hadn't realized his teeth were bared threateningly as if to strike until he felt the heat of Jax's gaze on him.
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I was tagged a while ago by @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @oursusanellen and @rdekarios. Since I needed to introduce her anyway, meet....
Introduction: Allitavria Brookstone
The Tav from A Wizard's Lament
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Name: Allitavria Brookstone
Alias: Tav, Alli, cricket (by her brothers. She hates it)
Background: Noble
Gender: Female
Sexuality: pan
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
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Family: Allitavria hails from House Brookstone, a wealthy Waterdhavian merchant family known for importing and trading fine fabrics. The Brookstones have built both their fortune and reputation on an extensive textile trade, supplying everything from exquisite silks to rare woven goods.
She is the youngest of three children, with two older brothers (twin) who are expected to inherit and eventually take over the family business when their father retires. As the third child, Allitavria had little place in those plans. With no obvious role for her within the family's mercantile ambitions, her parents enrolled her at Blackstaff Academy, hoping a magical education would provide her with a respectable future and perhaps answer the question of what to do with their youngest daughter.
Birthplace: Waterdeep.
Job: After graduating, Allitavria settled into a quiet life as the proprietor of Magical Mantle, a modest shop in Waterdeep specializing in magical trinkets, enchanted curiosities and second-hand books. It is an unassuming little store, frequented by apprentices, collectors and the occasionally curious passerby in search of an unusual find.
Phobias/Fears: Allitavria's greatest fears are being trapped in confined spaces, disappointing her father, and falling into poverty.
She is profoundly claustrophobic, finding enclosed spaces deeply distressing and difficult to endure. Though she has forged a life independent of her family's expectations, a part of her still fears failing to earn her father's approval. And despite growing up in privilege, the prospect of financial insecurity lingers in the back of her mind, making her cautious with both money and risk.
Hobbies: Allitavria has a wide range of interests, many of which reflect her refined upbringing. She is an avid reader and delights in fine wine, exceptional cuisine and the elaborate balls and banquets that are a staple of Waterdhavian high society.
Beyond her social pursuits, Allitavria enjoys crafting magical trinkets, brewing potions, and experimenting with alchemy. She finds great satisfaction in understanding how magic functions and, in particular, how it can be captured and woven into enchanted objects.
Rather than pursuing arcane theory through rigorous scholarship alone, she prefers a hands-on approach. Her understanding of magic has been shaped as much by experimentation as by study, refining her admittedly limited theoretical knowledge through trial, error, and a healthy dose of curiosity.
She also has a fondness for gambling. Whether it's a game of cards, dice or a friendly wager, she enjoys the thrill of taking calculated risks.
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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Flaws: Allitavria is emotionally avoidant and slow to form close attachments. She keeps most people at arm's length, investing her trust and affection only in a small circle of those who have truly earned it. To everyone else, she often appears polite, composed and courteous, but rarely vulnerable.
She is intensely guarded and careful with both her emotions and her trust. Forgiveness does not come easily to her. Once someone has betrayed or wronged her, she is unlikely to forget it. While she may choose not to act on old grievances, she carries them with her for a very long time, making reconciliation a rare and hard-won thing.
Virtues: Despite her guarded nature, Allitavria finds genuine joy in being helpful and supporting the people she cares about. Acts of service come naturally to her. She is often happiest when she can use her knowledge or skills to make someone else's life a little easier.
Once someone has earned her trust, she is fiercely loyal, deeply caring and unwavering in her support. She may not express her affection openly or easily, but those fortunate enough to be part of her inner circle can always rely on her steadfast devotion and quiet generosity.
Turning around a corner, Gale was suddenly—violently—confronted with the sound of screaming. Multiple voices, overlapping, chaotic. It felt precisely as though he had stepped from one world entirely into another, as though reality itself had fractured. The sky above was dark—impossibly, unnaturally dark—and there, suspended in the air, hung a giant nautiloid. His heart stopped. Literally, he was quite certain his heart actually ceased beating for a crucial moment.
A mind flayer vessel.
Its enormous tendrils descended with inexorable precision, plucking people from the streets one by one with the casual efficiency of someone harvesting grain. People were fleeing in absolute panic, screaming, their voices rising in desperate crescendo. Finally—though perhaps not finally enough—the alarm bells began ringing, their urgent clamor cutting through the chaos.
But it was, quite clearly, far too late for any meaningful intervention.
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It's been a rough couple days lately, y'all. My chickens are dropping like flies due to this excessive heat (105F) combined with the humidity and I've been a little down in the dumps over it. Cockstarion is still kicking, but he is down to one hen wife now :(
I have some more of my beloved Ascendant Vampire for your eyes to peruse today. I've been bitter lately, and I think it's been translating into my writing. But for this scene I guess it's okay...
Rhiannon wasn’t foolish enough to believe that she could simply run away from him.
…Was she?
Something in his chest tightened painfully. The thought lingering for only a heartbeat before his mind quickly supplied him with another.
He knew that she resented him.
Gods, how could she not?
He’d stolen her from the quiet little life she’d carved out for herself beneath Selune’s watchful gaze. Had forcibly torn her out from the temple she’d devoted herself to. Wrapped his palace in divinity blocking wards so intricate that not even the moon goddess herself could answer Rhiannon’s begging and pleading when she reached so desperately into the silence for her. He had watched as the light left her eyes the day she’d realized that her prayers would not leave these walls.
He remembered every second of it.
Remembered the way she’d looked at him after he’d told her about the wards, as though she’d finally begun to understand exactly what sort of prison he’d brought her to. What sort of villain he’d become.
And how could he blame her for it?
Resentment was to be expected. It was only natural that she would mourn what he’d stolen from her. Natural that she looked upon these walls and saw only a cage. Natural that every kindness he offered her was always met with suspicion.
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Find someone who will channel their inner goofball with you.
Kairon is a serious sorcerer, no doubt about it. But every once in a while, he can be goofy. But his wife and children are the only ones he will do it with.
Chapter 11 is out in the wild. To the shameless smut.
When the hush of the alley they had just slunk into closed around them, Rhyll produced two strawberries. Plump and still warm from the sun. He held them out, imagining her choosing one and leaving the other for him.
Evette claimed both berries with the air of birthright. She lifted them from his palm and brought the first to her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Her soft lips enclosed the fruit and pressed, drawing the juice out slowly. The strawberry burst, staining her mouth, and her tongue swept out to catch what escaped.
The ropes of muscle drew his back taut. He was transfixed to her mouth and the attention she lavished on the fruit. His own lips parted and a small sound escaped his throat. When she subjected the second strawberry to the same treatment, he let out a hot breath.
Her lips closed around the flaccid remains of the fruit. It was enough to leave his thoughts briefly scattered.
"You've done that before." The words abandoned him just as she was done ravaging the berries.
"Eaten strawberries?" Evette's tongue traced her lower lip, chasing the last echo of sweetness. "Once or twice."
"Make boys forget both their names and their manners." His voice came out more coarse than intended.
Her smile warmed, as if she had just confirmed a theory. "Once or twice."
Brilliant idea, @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream, thank you, so much!
Like these 90s TV cooks, i will slide in with a "I have prematurely prepared something"
If your OC’s story were to be published, what would their book cover look like? Any genre - show me all the action, adventure, tragedy, romance!
Speaking as one of those 90s TV cooks, "I have prepared something in advance" 😁
By the Gods, you were all on fire this week! Thank you so much! 🫶
Parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
"So you did not merely participate in the Waterdavian underworld," Gale pressed, and the particular resonance had returned to his voice—the one it took on when genuine hurt was being channeled, with great effort and greater discipline, through intellectual observation. "You assumed complete authority over it. And you kept me—your husband, your partner, the man who shares your bed and your home and supposedly your entire existence—comprehensively ignorant of this particular ambition."
He drained a considerable portion of his glass and shook his head, the gesture sharp with a frustration that was also, she recognized, grief.
"I find myself in need of a question, Celeste, and I would appreciate a direct answer rather than whatever carefully constructed deflection you are preparing."
She nodded.
"Did you come here—to this life, to Waterdeep, to me—with the genuine intention of building something real? Or did you arrive already in possession of a plan? When Baldur's Gate could no longer contain your ambitions, did Waterdeep simply become the next available location? The next conquest?"
At that, she laughed genuinely. Then helplessly, before she could stop it. "You cannot possibly believe that."
"I no longer know what to believe, Celeste."
"No, Gale." Her voice softened entirely. "I came here because you asked me to. Because I wanted—and still want—a life beside you. To wake to you every morning, to hear you complain about my books in the kitchen despite the fact that they sit perfectly neatly next to your books, which somehow never offend you." The gentle tease did not land. She had not truly expected it to. "I want to make your first tea of the morning and kiss you as you leave for the Academy."
"So that you may do whatever your heart desires while I am conveniently occupied elsewhere."
She set the glass down on the side table with more force than she intended, her feet finding the floor.
"Gods, you are stubborn." She pressed her eyes closed briefly. "No, Gale. To keep you safe. Did you conveniently set aside the part of my confession where an assassin had been tasked with your death? I have never once asked what you did, how you conducted yourself, what enemies you accumulated during your time as a Chosen. I assume, as all Chosen do, you collected an impressive number of people who were decidedly unhappy with whatever verdict your goddess eventually rendered. You were in danger, and I removed the target from your back."
"Do not attempt to spin this into some grand act of selfless care! Do not reframe deception as protection!" Gale cut in, voice rising. "We both know—both of us—that this is precisely not what happened here. This was not about shielding me from burden. This was about control."
"This was coming for us because of things you did in your past," Celeste continued, unwavering, "things I have not once asked you to account for! Because I trust that you will tell me when and what I need to know!"
"As you told me," he clipped. "This is not how marriage works, Celeste."
"Then tell me how it works. Sunday luncheons with your family, who despises me for lacking a respectable name and still suspects me of marrying you for status? Dinner with the Blackstaff and Laeral Silverhand? Knowing influential people does not mean they respect you, Gale. Influence without teeth is merely proximity to power. I ensured—"
"Do not call this respect!"
"I do not. It is fear. Carefully curated, precisely placed, strategically deposited in the correct ears at the correct moments. I ensured your security. Your freedom to conduct your work and whatever pleases you without looking over your shoulder for the enemies your past accumulated. I did this—"
"You were abducted!"
For the first time since she had walked through the study door, Gale's voice rose. Not to a shout, but to something close. It was raw and uncontrolled and devastating in its honesty, all his careful scholarly architecture collapsing at once. "You were taken. Pulled from our home, from our doorstep. Transported to wherever they took you and hurt, Celeste—do not speak to me of security while the woman I love was dragged away and violated. Do not—"
He turned away, visibly struggling, his breath coming hard.
"Do not," he repeated, bitterly and quietly. "You do not get to call that security."
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Need to shout out @thesanguinesonnet for being one of the kindest, most chill, and most passionate people I've ever met in this fandom. She is firm about what she believes, researches things endlessly, is an insanely talented render artist, and in general just a very kind person as a whole. Shout out to her, in particular, for being one of the most accepting of people's differences of opinion in this fandom. I wish we had more people like her in more character-specific spaces.
Thank you anon, I appreciate you and all the other wonderful souls I have met, befriended, laughed with, cried with, and shared with in this fandom. People deserve to belong without caveat and with acceptance at every level as long as they are not hurting anyone on purpose. That is the joy of creation in this collective. I love all my people and the people who I have not yet had the chance to get to know. Let us continue to keep this fandom a safe space with an open mind and not cannibalize or ouroboros each other. Much love!
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And remember, everyone, the only time you look in your neighbor's cup, is to make sure they have enough, not more than you.
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First, pull up this ask list. Then, for ‘Questions for Your OC,’ whip out a random number generator. Whatever number you get, that’s the question you answer. For ‘Questions for The Creator,’ roll a d10 and answer the question for the corresponding letter.
Part 1:
32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?
Hmmm…I think I’ll answer this one as of the current events in fic. Eliwyn’s go to story is about rescuing Kelwin from the hag. Not necessarily because she wants to tell it, but because for some reason as soon as they meet someone—and especially if they run into someone she knew previously—Kelwin immediately makes her tell the story.
Part 2:
D. Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?
Eliwyn has always had blonde hair and green eyes. When I started developing her after my first playthrough I had also recently finished playing Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, so Princess Zelda was fresh in my mind. Sometimes when I’m writing Eliwyn I do, in fact, imagine Zelda (albeit the Breath of the Wild version).
She wasn’t always elven, though! She started out as just a plain old human (named Sigrid 😂 IYKYK). However, once I learned the lore of Chosen and their extended lives I decided I wanted to explore the topic of mortality more with my fic. I thought it would be interesting to have Gale, with his newly extended life, partnered with an elf who had already experienced the harsher side of living for so long.
So her name changed to Eliwyn, she became an elf, and I am still kicking myself for that because elf lore gives me anxiety 🥲
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I absolutely love to hear this!! This is something I struggle with on my personal account, because getting engaged is rough! Bravo for doing your part to try and make sure everyone is included.
I want this blog to see as many people appreciated for as much as possible, and I can only hope that we can push to get these smaller accounts brought up! I want to hear about everyone.
Oh my gosh, thank you!! I am so glad to hear this. I am just a little guy too, so we're all in this together.
I am going to have to pay this forward. I just need to figure out how to spread out my uplifting sneakily so people get surprised by it :D
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minsc has this line when you talk to him after gale speaks to mystra where he's like back in my homeland, we hide young wizard boys away so that mystra doesn't snatch them up and. like. man. that really adds some more color to how fucked up gale's whole situation with her was huh
“Weave-touched boys were hidden away. Now I wonder if it was not done to hide them from Mystra, and the snares she sets for young and prideful boys, hm?”
…is about comment that in Rasheman culture magic is a decidedly feminine pursuit.
It is a metaphorical and cultural observation, not corroborating evidence that Mystra habitually pursued young boys.
In Rasheman, a male who chooses magic over becoming a warrior is shameful. Rashemen treats male magicians as outcasts. Their choices are seclusion or exile, with death for refusal. If anything it’s a reference to a vaguely homophobic stereotype held about male magic users.
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