#gerudospiriit

Just finished this commission for @gerudospiriit ft their crossover ship of Halsin from bg3 and Nabooru from Legend of Zelda. Thank you so much for commissioning me!!

Nan leaned against the trunk of a tree, chewing idly on one of her claws. The party had found a freshwater spring a few minutes' walk from camp, perfect for refilling their waterskins and bathing after days on the road.

kisses for ruby // @gerudospiriit ;;

𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑹𝑼 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫 about her life, this was one of the least expected. Ruby couldn't remember the last time she'd properly enjoyed a kiss as it was, much less becoming even the least bit disheveled from it -- though, as with all things, one had to make allowances for the continued fuzziness of her memories.

Worse, one had to account for her apparent inability to answer direct questions. By this point, Ruby had found workarounds, providing skewed answers for something similar to what was being asked, but it provided no shortage of irritation all the same. She pursed her painted lips, considering how to best answer Nabooru for a few seconds before speaking: "One can be fairly confident, my dear, in assuming a general dislike for even the smallest thing being out of place on my person."

☽ = wandering alone at night. (for one of your bg3 muses if you want?)

It'd only been a few days since the crash and his untimely trip within a portal; it was quite the riveting start to a dilemma already proven dreadful, leaving him rather solicitous regarding his thoughts. The camp that he'd settled himself within housed only a few traveling companions; had it not been for Shadowheart stumbling across him, he would have likely become a willing casualty to the absorption within the portal, becoming a lost fragment within the rest of the universe.

They were already so small in the face of it all. The stories he'd heard, read, they were simply that-- stories. Though, he'd been abruptly hit with the factual instance of that not being anywhere close to the case.

It all made him wonder what else there was. Just when he'd thought he'd hit a certain precipice with knowledge, there was always a blatant reminder of how expansive the realms really were. Just how much of a particle amongst it all they existed as.

Before him, the fire crackled with an elegant intrigue, dancing its flames of orange and red with a beauty that only his eyes found an attachment to. The barrage of the unprecedented, unpredictable in its own nature. The trees that lined their escape spot were merely a blanket for them to the rest of the world; they'd just parted from the Emerald Grove, so there was no shortage of foliage to keep them concealed until next light.

It'd been the faint crunch that brewed itself with the ease of the wind that managed to catch his attention; it was silent give for the fire, as the others had already tucked themselves away for the evening. The wizard was the only one remaining by the embers that had inevitably begun to wane themselves away.

Careful curiosity laced with the raw survival instincts that had kicked themselves into overdrive within the course of the last few days were the driving factors of his feet atop the dirt, pulling him into the direction of the noise. He was capable enough, and the others were only a mere shout away, if need be.

"Hello?" The wizard had called toward the thick line of foliage, daring not to cross its threshold without further examination. He was working heavily under the assumption that something ravenous and potentially dangerous would have made its lonesome claim on him by now. "Better to show yourself now than become an unfortunate victim to the craft of my palms." As spoken and within them, a low, dim flicker of a Firebolt curated itself with all the ease of breathing.

The Goblin Camp smelled of smoke and fire, roasted meat, strong alcohol, and the blood of water; whipped into a frenzy of rage and violence, preparing for battle. The excess of warriors uncertain and uncaring what the next dawn brought. Basil kept to the circles of torch light, shoulders erect, and walking with a confidence that she did not feel. Reminding herself constantly of Father Arnica's words: if you act as though you belong, others will believe that you do. She had broken from the group of adventurers she had partnered with to search the corridors and rooms of the old temple, into which the goblins and their leaders had taken refuge. Room after room revealed drunk and reveling goblins; an unfortunate prisoner or two that Basil talked into a chance at freedom; but not the man she was looking for. But stray words of 'pet bear,' drew Basil into the furthest recesses of the temple in vain hope. She passed through a heavy iron door into a dungeon. There, she crept forward until she heard the sound of steel on metal, voices raised in conflict, and smelled blood. Basil ran to the end of the corridor.

When she emerged into the bright light of the fire, she saw a dozen or so goblins in battle with a woman of blazing red hair, and a bear. The woman danced between raised scimitars and brandished spears, effortless and confident; flanked by the power and violence of the beast at her side. Basil picked her side. She raised her hand and a golden light rose to her open palm, as though throwing a javelin she tossed the bolt into the back of an unsuspecting Goblin. It crashed into him and the goblins realized they had been flanked. The result was chaos.

Basil knew how to defend herself, she had been taught to fight with her stave and hands by Father Arnica. Magic to keep herself safe, yes, but until recently she had never been in battle. This was no skirmish, it was a fight for survival, through which she waded -- leveraging her staff over and under against the charging Goblins, flashes of radiant magic burning into her strikes. When her new allies were injured pale blue light healed their aches and ensured they stayed on their feet. Until the goblin guards had all been knocked unconscious or, tragically, horribly, were dead. This, Basil had learned, was the tide of battle. It churned her gut in a ways she could not describe but nonetheless Basil reposed herself and spoke the Blessing for the Dead, as always. Bidding them safe journey to their place of final resting, beseeching the mercy of their gods, and remembering the grief of her weeping master. Until done, she could turn to the service of the living.

@gerudospiriit

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

I can also only speak for characters I actually know the canon of so this one will be more limited

@feudals I've seen some really incredible writing from this blog right here, and I definitely recommend everyone read it <3 the mun is also easy and welcoming to talk to!

@kitxkatrp convinces me with the muses I know and probably always will as I continue to learn more

@peacehunted I will scream about Lucky to the ends of the Earth and I've never even seen Trigun. She's taught me so much about its canon, she took the time to explain to me all the world building, and oh my gosh I love how she writes so much and based on what I've looked up myself it's such an incredible interpretation

@mayhemmaybe How Mimi writes Bonkers is like. my childhood come to life oh my goodness not a single beat is missed when she writes him so well

@unboundbytime I also really love how Amara writes Kagome too <3 And we've come up with so many fun concepts over the time we've known each other (not even just for this blog, but this is the character I'm most familiar with that she writes)

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I'm not describing anyone just listing, otherwise honeybear we will be here ALL DAY.

@coffeemusings

@beastypaws

@clown-demon

@thuganomxcs

@kitxkatrp

@peacehunted

@pushspacetocontinue

@dreamsofpositivity

@luximperator

@hopesconcept

@wizard-of-night

@heartbinders

@thetwistedronin

@kxga

@red-eclipse

@spac3ducky (this isn't a RP blog but I'm not going to go without mentioning them anyway)

@mayhemmaybe

@anotherhumanpet

THAT'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN CLOSE TO EVERYONE but I these are people I've just really clicked with

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Everyone. Period. Everyone I choose to follow is a staple on my dash.

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"Just being handsome doesn't earn you a kiss, big guy."

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