#anamnesis red

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Self-indulgent promotional art I made for my long-fic, Anamnesis Red - found on AO3

Reblogs appreciated <3

(Individual, upright images below the cut!)

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!

Ty for creating this prompt and tagging me @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream! and also ty @deianestormborn for the tag <3

With my PC currently VP is limited so I just worked with what I already had available to me instead of taking new pics. I'm not great at graphic design so I used template. Specifically the gorgeous book template @carnivaley hand-made for her fic and kindly shared with me like 3 months ago. <3 Now I finally have an excuse to use it!

I did the VP for Tenebrose and Anamnesis Red here, but the VP in the Override & Underground covers was also done by @carnivaley <3 (The Anam Red one is really just a book version of the movie poster I made earlier xD)

I am tagging: @arlynx @fireflyeyes @faeriiefire @gortashsrighthand @defira85 @tociminna @asorceresswrites @toomanyfamiliars @theendofanerror @elinorbard @carnivaley @ele-millennial-weirdo @oursusanellen @scoldingdarjeeling @riddlerosehearts @purpleasters-inseptember @cinder-rellish181 @dynamicducks @unovafarm @gloura and anyone else who thinks it would be fun to make one! I'd love to see <3 Even if you don't have a fic I'd totally be down to see a cover for the story you imagine for them!

Read it now on AO3

VP Series: Title - 1 - (in progress)

I was tagged by a few people!! @archduchessgortash @aerin67 @asorceresswrites @carnivaley @the-shadowfell-darkroom @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @gortashsrighthand ty all!! <3

I wrote like 3k words last night it was nuts. First I wrote Gale crashing out, then Enver crashing out. Tavrin is next xD but for now, have a little Enver and Araj in the next chapter of Anamnesis Red <3

His fingers twitch in his fist, a confident smirk on his face. “I slipped the bindings of Banehold, and yet you doubt my word?” The interest instantly reignites at the crumb of an answer, but Araj holds fast. “But of course. You are not known for your honesty in matters where you have much to gain from deceit, after all.” A low chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. “The way I see it, your options are to take the chance and indulge me…Or waste away here until you’re mad enough to gnaw through your own arm like a rabid hyena. Your choice.” She pouts in response, recognizing the angle of her position. A beat passes as she thinks it over, but it doesn’t take her long. “Her wizard murdered me,” she admits. “Minthara led him right to my door. I told them nothing of value, but he was able to glean enough of my thoughts to realize there was a devil involved. He does now know who, though.” Enver frowns at the news. It’s worse than he hoped, but not as severe as he’d feared. A devil is a broad target, one that will certainly lead him to the hells, but that is a colossal undertaking on its own. There is not an abundance of time left.  But there is still enough. “Very well,” he nods. “We have an accord.” Just over her shoulder, he spots a dark silhouette enter the far end of the Pen, her familiar stride distinct from the rest of the wanderers. He looks back to Araj. “I suggest you keep yourself scarce. If you get within range of Tavrin, she will destroy you on sight…and that would render any promise on my end impossible.” Araj looks over her shoulder, spotting Tav’s form in the distance. Just before she leaves, she looks at him with a hunger that consumes attention, enough to rival the most abyssal gravity. “Keep your end of the deal, Enver…and I guarantee you my value in life will far exceed the value of my death.” As she slips away into the crowd to make herself scarce, he frowns. He doubts that, if he’s honest. But then again… She’s surprised him before.

Lots of taggies for me again ty everyone <3 My notifs are a mess as usual cos I blab too much lmao so I'm late again for some of these but I believe it was: @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @archduchessgortash @carnivaley @defira85 @gortashsrighthand @fireflyeyes @asorceresswrites @dynamicducks oh my god that's so many who didn't tag me?! lsjsf I was also tagged by @ghost-of-a-dream-girl! ty!!

Upcoming Anamnesis Red chapter, this scene from Gortash's POV hehe. Poor Tavrin's memories are so fucked up right now.

I have been tagged recently by @tociminna @missfortunetherogue @cinder-rellish181 @theendofanerror @fireflyeyes I apologize for being slow to get on some of these lately <3

Anyhoo, a while back I saw mention of a FR book called "Elminster in Hell" where Mystra barged into Avernus to rescue him (briefly), and was like "OH there's a brainworm I can work with~" SO have step 1 of Gale's latest rescue plan to get Tavrin out of Cania:

“Gale,” She greets in her resonant voice, neutral yet expectant. “It’s been some time.”

Though they’ve spoken indirectly, Gale hasn’t seen Her face-to-face since the day he handed over the Crown of Karsus. “Mystra,” he nods with the slightest bow of his head. Slightest. He wastes no time asking She fulfill a request or exchanging in pleasantries. “I need to borrow your realm for a while…or rather, the passage of time it provides.”

She squints, skeptical but not yet suspicious. “A bold request. And so I ask why you need to encroach on my domain for an undisclosed length of time?”

No use beating around the bush. “My wife is held captive in Mephistar, and the contract protecting her life has been severed. In order to rescue her, I must imbue an item with a spell that will conceal my portal from being detected by devils…but it will require time I do not have. Time that will pass quickly here in the Outer Planes, while much less passes on the Material.”

A maelstrom of conflicting thoughts pass through Her omniscient mind in a blink. “Your duty as my Chosen is to protect the Realms. To infiltrate the eighth layer of the hells is tantamount to suicide. I cannot condone this for personal motivations.”

For once, he is glad of his prior intimate relationship with the goddess. To others, such a reply would discourage or infuriate. Gale, however, can read between the lines. He has been met with countless ‘No’s from Mystra, dressed in superficial affections and dismissive placation.

This is not one of them. 

This is an opening for debate, even if She does not intend it as such. Gale lifts a finger, confidence taking over as hope briefly overshadows his frustration. “Ah, but did you not barge into the hells yourself to rescue your lover from his tormentors not so long ago?” Well, approximately 120 years ago, but to a goddess that nuance means little.

Mystra hardly shifts, her expression not unlike that of a mother forced to entertain the warped delusions of her child…which is an uncomfortable expression to receive from one’s ex-lover. “An imprudent decision born of personal motivations…one that I corrected by sending others in my place to rescue Elminster from Avernus.” She lifts a hand and swipes it through the air in emphasis. “The first level of the hells. Not the eighth.”

He subdues his annoyance, knowing She intended the clarification to drive a point home rather than to educate him on basic information he already knows. “A limitation imposed on you only due to Ao’s expectations on divine intervention. Limitations I am not beholden to.” Though could have been…if he’d been foolish enough to pursue godhood after all.

“Limitations are not restricted to permission, Gale.” 

divider by kodaswrld

Hiiii been a bit haha I have been tagged by many lovelies lately but didn't have anything to share until last night xD SO here we go!

I have been tagged by: @archduchessgortash @dynamicducks @toomanyfamiliars @fireflyeyes @asorceresswrites @moon-bliss-bg3 @cinder-rellish181 @carnivaley @gortashsrighthand

omg that's so so many xD I'm reverse tagging all of you and now seems like a good time to stop being shy and tag some newer moots <3

@missfortunetherogue @arcanearcherayz @defira85 @elinorbard

This WIP is for the upcoming chapter of Anamnesis Red <3 Spoilers! If you don't want spoilers you don't have to read, even if I tagged you xD cw: mild suffocation (but not to kill) Gale finally tracks down Tavrin's abductor. Only to find out that it's much, much more complicated than he thought, and the search has only just begun.

Idk if this counts as Self-indulgent specifically but lbr ALL of Anamnesis Red is self-indulgent to me...and I've got a lil snippet ready from the upcoming chapter <3 AND I've reworked/cleaned up my plot grid for it so I know exactly where/when it's ending now (before...the follow-up fic happens haha I am insane)

Thank you for the tags @ele-millennial-weirdo @gortashsrighthand @gloura @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream & @gortashsrighthand !

At the Devil's Fee

“Last year it was twenty,” Wyll interrupts, his rare scowl pulling to position like a frontline soldier. “You expect me to believe another zero wandered onto the end of the price since then?”

Helsik purses her lips, knocking her head to the side as she reluctantly acknowledges the protest. “Very astute observation,” she counters with acerbic mockery. “Last year, you only asked for a portal to Avernus. Avernus’s price has not changed. Deeper levels are more expensive, naturally.” Clearly agitated over Wyll’s presence, she readily turns her attention back to Gale. “Not to mention, last year the Crown of Karsus was still tucked safely into its vault in Mephistar. Then a certain Bhaalspawn and her tyrant friend used a portal of…unknown origin to infiltrate the stronghold and steal it.”

A knot twists in Gale’s esophagus. He hasn’t heard Tavrin casually referred to as a Bhaalspawn in some time…and it’s been even longer since he’s heard mention of that bastard Gortash. The reminder poisons what little patience has has. “Can you open a portal or not?”

Her head reels back, brows raised in feigned offence that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Let me finish…Since then, Asmodeus has cracked down on security. If any attempts to open a portal deeper than Avernus are detected, they are immediately blocked or met with overwhelming force. Only the known static portals can still reach Cania without hindrance, such as those in the Astral Plane, the Outlands, and the portal in Raphael’s House of Hope…” Her tone drops. “Which you have reported is now shattered.” She shrugs it off, as if that devastating blow were little more than a minor inconvenience. “No doubt Mephistopheles had it destroyed upon learning of his son’s…untimely death.”

The look she gives is that shared, unspoken truth—that half the people in this room are the reason Raphael is dead. Tavrin’s own strategy to steal the hammer and free Orpheus now obstructs Gale’s clearest means of freeing her. The cruel irony digs through his gut like swallowed glass. His hands rest on the counter, fingers curling against the wood, patience worn thin. “I do hope you are about to tell me where your exorbitant services provide a functionality that does not immediately result in a blockade or army.”

“If you would let me finish, yes.” Gods, that smug look on her face sends crackling static through his blood. “The price has gone up to account for the risks involved if my name were to ever reach the wrong ears in relation. It is twenty thousand gold pieces for each level of depth you wish to descend.”

“That adds up to 160,000,” Wyll counters, his trust already severed. “Not two hundred. What is the caveat?”

“Twenty thousand for the materials,” Helsik quips back at Wyll, lips quirked with sardonic disdain. “Twenty for these…and twenty for those your Bhaalspawn friend stole from me last year. Yes, I remember you, Mr. Diversion.” 

Wyll’s mouth clamps shut, the lost battle stirring frustration in his good eye.

But Gale doesn’t care about the numbers. His hand smacks the counter just enough to snap her attention back. “How are we to get through without having the portal detected?”

The diabolist shrugs, the only nerves she shows likely regarding a lack of impending payment. “That’s up to you, unfortunately. All I can do is take payment and open the way. Consider it good faith that I have warned you of the complications instead of letting you find out the hard way after I have the money. It would be well within my rights.”