#sauluslore

✨🤩AAAH!!! for tail accessories!!!🤩✨

I made a quick screenie, because I lost my mind the moment I saw there are rings for the tiefling tails as mod (even for PlayStation) 😍✨🤩

@cursed-nyxan Your boy Keith is not safe from Saulus' sparkle in her eyes 😊✨💎💍💎✨😊 and her idea for them!

Because Saulus will run to her boyfie and drag him to the merchant where she saw the tail jewellery cuffs, pressing her face against the store display - almost licking the window 😆 Just to make sure it wasn't even a *little* bit too subtle for him 😆

So they can wear matching tail accessories instead of a couples split heart necklace, when they are holding tails 🥰😊😁😊🥰

Tail jewellery is their special bonding thingy 👉🏻👈🏻

But there are also others...if you want to shift it more story of O vibes... 😏

Oh! 😲🤭

Still accepting OC questions she asks?! 😆 It is a damn honor and my greatest pleasure, sammie, you silly 😋 thank you 😘

Saulus headcanons

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

For herself, she doesn't aspire to be a good bard and can always laugh at herself. But when some choose to be serious critics, it can happen that Saulus suddenly can't take criticism at all — not at all. There's a reason why she's also called the bard with the eight-stringed lyre, where there were originally ten 😊

The last critics didn't like her performance, and she didn't like their review...

And I think we don't need to start on what happens when Saul sees someone being cruel to animals.

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

It may happen that Saulus sometimes loses control of her facial expressions. Perhaps because she doesn't really intend to hide anything. She continues to speak her mind freely because the bard believes she can somehow cope with the consequences. At most, she'll manage a questionable smile while, somewhere deep inside, a flicker of murderous intent flickers, and her fingers try to avoid forming a chokehold.

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

Once more.

All of them.

That's why she lets her friends do what ever pleases them. All their decisions, no matter how questionable they may be, and Saulus herself might disagree, in the end she supports those who are important to her in everything they want without questioning their motivation, because it's not her place to do so.

Herself.

She's not a hero. She's not a savior. But she could be. So she can't leave anyone behind. Not her watch. No! On her watch, no one is dying. No one. She can do it. Better. Better. Pushing forward. Keep on going. Keep on going. Stand up. Stand up. Keep fighting. You are the last frontier, the last light, the rear cover, you will not leave before everyone else is safe!

But there is also her…father… whispering…kill…kill…KILL!

Let them DIE! NO!

Let them bleed! Through your hands!

Daughter…

To be my daughter, you have to kill them all or you forsaken me, lost foolish lamb.

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

Doll 😊🤭

and Nutka 🎵

Wanna show off your kids? #MothersDay❤️💐❤️

Last year May I took possible looks of Saulus' future children for fun. Thought we could do that today. What do you think of them?

Elizabat

The Twins: Batilda Bhaalia & Thío

Named after Thisobald , fun fact, Batilda Bhaalia dyes her hair mommy style, she also got lighter hair by nature

Cedric

Her baby boy - the youngest , named after Opa Ketheric Thorm, no tiefling traits inherited, mommy is the best for him always

👉👈

Well...maybe, maybe, eventually...Saulus could create new different possible future children looks now... 🫣🫢🫣 AAAAAH—or maybe not—or... *dies of shame and embarrassment* *because it is like a question that hasn't been asked*

Tagging: @aristenfromwarsaw for being my great inspiration when it comes to kids looks headcanons - thank you big sis 💖😘💖

Today I wanted to try some new feminine pictures for @thecampjuicebox Bring My Girls Back - but I don't know, Saulus looked like a forced little school girl told to put on a happy smile. Maybe "sexy" doesn't work for her by intention and only comes out naturally when she literally feels safe and comfortable in her special skin. The feeling when no one is looking or only the right person's eyes. Or is their abstinence — and the person's lack of words the problem?

Then it would come totally unintentional.

Being saucy on command she makes a face like an introvert being forced to pose for photos — ideally group shots at an event they never wanted to attend in the first place — standing right next to the vampire-elf model - suddenly all her insecurities kick in maybe.

But then she thought of a certain special someone

Boop!

Created by @idolkilling // Template here or Transparent version here

*The "two-faced" thing she does not on purpose by any intention, this is just the way she is, because of her Urge - Saulus is kind, but the obscure darkness in her is there and sometimes it shows suddenly in an outburst; felt I needed to mention that

Just as the rest of the toxic traits have little to do as she would treat her friends and partner, but had to be picked because she is a bard and that is how her gameplay looks like 90% of the game: Lying, cheating, intimidate, persuade – and this very well.

But it is gaslightning aggressive behaviour towards foreign enemies, not to her loved ones. However, since she doesn't hesitate to use these methods for the groups sake, it had to be chosen. And that she is a rude sarcastic cheeky bitch you want to shove her little flute and lyre down her throat is also very true haha.

Thanks for the tag my dear lovely @wasteful-sam and @purpleasters-inseptember 💋

On my second Saulus run one year ago I said once:

“There is only one man whom Saulus loves as much or more than Astarion - and whoever says "Volo" at this point , I will find you and kill you  - HER DREAM GUARDIAN! “

I've wanted to make a post about this for a long time. So this is it, and that's a good thing, because I think I'll never share screenshots of myself again — totally intimidated by the glory of your houses.

Why he looks like that? Because he is the perfect embodiment of Ethan Reid's magnificent voice.

This alluring whispering, guiding you into sleep (I miss him dearly on cameo)

Just as he bears the same scars as Saulus to symbolize connection and closeness, instantly creating a bond and familiarity, he usually wears the same dagger earrings as her and has the same blue eyes she had in her first playthrough. But with each playthrough, I change things a little, just like life changes with each reincarnation — but only a little.

I like to believe he used he face she maybe met somewhere in the past forgotten or is going to met in the future again...

The dream guardian and Saulus are certainly not good for each other - and he brings her into deep trouble 😈😉 Every single playthrough.

"Saulus don't trust him, he is The Emperor!"

"But maybe not this time 🥺👉👈"

"SAULUS!"

So not good for each other...

On my very first playthrough – my first tav Jelayah got also an interesting dream guardian, in my opinion.

I created her exact likeness, only as a tiefling. They looked absolutely alike, except for two blue & white horns.

A mysterious dream figure meant to guide and protect you? Who better than a distorted version of yourself?

When the Emperor's plans and approach were revealed, this choice proved even more perfect, and this figure even more insidious in his game:

For who would be better suited to convince you than yourself? Who would you ever trust more than yourself? You look in the mirror every day; you are the person you've been through hell and back with, the one who's always been there when everyone else has abandoned you — so who could convince you, manipulate you, and gain your trust better than your own familiar, well-known face?

Made no screenshot of the guardian back then and hardly of her

Thank you very much for the tag @optimisticgrey and @wasteful-sam - perfect tag for me to post finally some headcanons I wanted to talk about for so lang 💞

Saulus

✨Thank you for the tag, my @optimisticgrey , @purpleasters-inseptember , @scoldingdarjeeling , @aristenfromwarsaw ✨

I've probably thought to myself many times about singers or actresses, "That is so Saulus!" — but now that I'm being asked, of course, nothing and no one comes to mind.

But that's alright and not necessary anyway.

In the game, I chose the voice of Tav 8 for Saulus, the voice of the fantastic Tirna Barnes, and I simply fell in love with that raspy voice.

THAT is Saulus!

The way Tina Barnes speaks so theatrically and emphatically, truly acting, suits her perfectly. It's performed, staged, accentuated with her voice as if it were an instrument.

What I find even more amusing is that I chose this iconic, raspy, breathy voice specifically for my bard Tav, and not such a delicate, elfin, nightingale-like voice as with my other Tavs - that made it even more entertaining for me, but no other voice would be suitable for her.

The way Tina/Tav 8 delivers Durge's lines in such a dramatic, brutal way is unparalleled and makes me exclaim every time, "Wow Saulus girl, calm down!"

She is so lively — could step in for one of the companions anytime, in my opinion.

Her bard singing voice...hard to claim - how would Tina Barnes sing?

Wish Saulus sing to the heavens like Hildegard? Like as the dancing Pinky Pony Maiden, that is how I imagine her.

Or would I want her to be like Priscilla, when holding a lute?

Maybe her voice could find more display in this mordern bard?

Mary Elizabeth McGlynn - when I think about it - would catch eventually the sound of Tina Barnes. What do you say?

📸: by @aristenfromwarsaw ✨

Screaming for her abstinent father and a mother she never had, a bottle in her hand, alone at night, what if I write such story today, huh? What then?

What if I write a story about Saulus,

in which Keith asks her when her birthday is, and she simply replies that she doesn't know. He laughs, wondering how she can't possibly know her birthdate. So she explains that she grew up in an orphanage and knows no life before that, and without parents, no one knows the exact day she was born.

What if I were to write that Saulus says that this wasn't so bad anyway, because birthday celebrations in the orphanage were understandably difficult with so many children, and sugar for cakes was as overpriced as toys, so they had to pool their money for the celebrations since they couldn't buy something sweet for everyone. So it remained exciting to know when it would be your turn to get a birthday cake or not.

Adding silently while leaving, that at some point, not celebrating at all is better, because it only keeps alive the hope that one day someone will come to congratulate you, someone who loves you, who is family, who has been searching for you, who wants you in their life. The hope and the wish for a day that would never come anyway - better if it dies sooner rather than later.

What if Keith turning to Gale as quickly as possible: "Gale, could you…?"

Gale already at the mixing bowl. "I'm way ahead of you!" he replies, handing him a brush "You take care of the honey for the cake icing."

"Thanks."

That evening at the party, all the laughing faces and the many voices of friends, with all their stories, are almost as jumbled together as the drinks. And while Saulus gets herself another bottle and stands apart, observing the scene around the campfire with all its laughter, she feels the cold in the darkness as soon as one moves away.

What if I write that she went into the woods with her bottle, screaming into the dark night, its fading distant stars a lie: "Happy Birthday! Is that so fucking hard to say?!"

For the only stars left are the tears that gather in her eyes as she cries out for her parents, a family she never had, who never held her in their arms, and who never loved her.

"Not once. Not even once!"

The wish upon a dying star. Unseen. Unheard.

"I should stay open to you and do your will, but all that I should do is die with a father sending murder as the only word spoken to me. Ever. But I will not be your rotten puppet no longer, with the illusion of the prodigal daughter and a home."

An angry growl rips apart the deathstalker's mantle and throws the cloak to the ground, her distorted face once more turned toward the heavens where her father will never sit.

"All what you ever gave me was an execution! I know what kindness means - to be good and act in the greater benevolence. The people around me showed me the worth of this, of me, of love. I will not disappoint them ever and live a life to make them and myself proud. You can rot alone wherever you are. I will not pray any longer to a dead god and silent coward father to hope on to be heard and listened to. Without you or a mother, I found my family and I chose them - I don't need you - I never needed you."

What about that, huh?

And what if I write this story today, something about that Saulus would walk back, slowly, silently - only her little nose sniffling, until a familiar voice at the edge of the camp reaches out "Saulus, where have you been…are you crying?"

"I had to step out for a moment and fell in the forest," she quickly covers up, trying to wipe away the last tears and turn her face away.

"I was wondering where you were."

Keith puts his arms around her and starts to lead her back to her party, but notices her wet face and Saulus begins to sob again.

"That must have been a nasty fall. Let me see, are you hurt?"

His hands on her shoulders, while warm tiefling eyes begin to carefully scan her for injuries, overlooking the pain in her eyes until Saulus sighs deeply, rests her forehead against his chest, and wraps her arms around him.

"I'm glad to have you. All of you. Thank you for everything."

A soft smile plays on the tiefling's lips as he strokes Saulus’ hair and gently kisses her head.

"Happy Birthday, Saulus."

His voice is soft, a loving whisper as his lips part, but his hands never leave her. Holding unto his little bard.

"It's probably not even my birthday today," she mutters against his chest.

Keith smiles knowingly and lets his doll’s temper flare, because this time, for a change, it was her whose interpretation of his connotation totally failed her, oblivious to the turn of his thoughts, and that he had spoken different words for what he wanted to say.

Yeah, so what if I write a story like that today, huh, what then?

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