#half-drow oc

Complete Trust

It's been 84 years since I posted new art. This is an old wip that I finally had the energy to finish.

Aster Gale WIP. An Oath of the Crown Paladin, and Aurelia's childhood best friend.

Now I just need to actually write it....

Question for BG3 fic readers: Do you like reading full novelizations of the game with an OC character or do you prefer short fics that take place between the main events of the game?

I think a long fic that covers the whole game is what May needs but that was sort of the plan for Heartstrings...and I'm not sure I want to write something like that twice.

Aww thanks @serial-chillr for the taggy tag. I swear, every time I get one of those, I look at my fanfic folder and go “Am I just...getting weirder? Because this stuff is weird. What WAS going through my head at the time? Was it the wine? It was the wine, wasn’t it...” On the upside, I do have reasonable stuff to share—by which I mean I’m not writing smut for PWOTR gnomes. Or well, reasonable in my usual “these two people clearly are orthogonal in subtly similar, yet misaligned ways, and therefore respond to each other with one of the predictable 4 Fs, let’s find out which one it’ll be.” Astarion/Ryl, for BG3 (next chapter of Honey and Pitch).

It's one fluid flurry—action and reaction—too fast for words or reason. She presses her dagger under his jaw, but the tip of his blade is already lodged against her ribs.  She ignores the useless stalemate. Her question, when it comes, is more snarl than sense.  "When?"   She could have asked anything else—a dozen more useful questions, but they all snag together, twisting into a knot that clogs her throat. There's rage in there, and preemptive grief, and the thin, treacherous ice of disbelief she knows better than to lean on.   He's many things, the bloodsucker, but he wouldn't lie—not if the truth cuts sharper.  "We both know I'm faster, darling," he says, eyes fastened on hers in the pallid moonlight. "Besides, you won't kill me this way unless you manage sufficient force for decapitation—though I doubt you will. Not from this angle, in any case."

{ Anuzin’s Art: 

                         Redraw of an old oc. She’s half drow, and tries to dye her hair white so as to not stick out like a sore thumb even more, However, given that she has irises and pupils, she already kind of sticks out. It doesn’t help that the white dye never lasts long. Here, she’s gotten upset with her new lover, either he would take her as she was, no secrets, or she left him and everything they worked to build together. 

Cromwell Grigori WIP, a half-drow barbarian.