the brightest things fade the fastest

Mark Fischbach as The Convict Simon

"I love you. Most Ardently."

Bleeding Heart 🩸

I accidentally started a new bg3 series with male companions, flowers, blood and trauma. I feel like I've put too much stuff on Gale's piece but idk. I know what I'm gonna do for Halsin, but I struggle with Wyll's part so If anyone has any cool flowers/plants suggestions - feel free to hit me up with it!

Commissions: Open

Digital print & Timelapse

Velvet Arcanum: a 70's rockstar AU fic inspired by the film Almost Famous.

Pairing: Gale x Named Tav Rating: E for explicit smut

Read Chapter Five: Beast of Burden on AO3 HERE or: start from chapter one Summary:

Velvet Arcanum: 70s rock glamour, celestial prints, and enough ego to fill an airship. Jessica Miller is on the road with the biggest band in the Realms to write an expose on the "real" Gale Dekarios. But the deeper she goes into the hazy, sandalwood-scented world of the Arcane Dreams tour, the more she realizes that "the truth" is a dangerous thing to find— especially when it starts looking back at you with tired, intelligent eyes.

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Pairing: Gale x Tav Summary: When Morena Dekarios offers Tabitha Cauldart a place to stay following the death of her mother, Tabitha is not expecting to be housed in the abandoned tower of Morena's dead son. Nor does she expect to come face to face with a very alive Gale Dekarios through a seemingly enchanted mirror. (Angst with a happy ending) VP by my angel @carnivaley

Chapter Five (NEW)

Or start for the beginning here (AO3)

Chapter Five

Tabitha is unsure how long the silence stretches between them as she stares, open-mouthed, at the Wizard. Her gaze flits back to the ring in her palm. The silver is slightly tarnished; it's old. There is a small engraving inside it, though she cannot read it. It is not in Common. Other than that, it is quite plain. And yet she cannot stop glancing back at it. This ring that she most definitely plucked from under the floorboard. This ring that most definitely had not been there before Gale had dropped it in on his side of the mirror. His side. Her gaze skirts around him, behind him. She had noted before that the room didn't look quite right, that it wasn't a perfect reflection of hers. Because it's not. It never was. It is not a mirror in function. It is a window. "Remarkable." Gale says, hand reaching out just out of view, though she assumes he is tracing the outer frame just as she did. "Impossible." Tabitha murmurs more or less at the same time. The urge to cover the mirror up again is rising, right alongside the impulse to simply shatter it. Breaking the mirror would likely, knowing Tabitha's recent run of luck, mean disaster - at the very least she might cut herself on the glass, at worst there's probably some gods awful curse written into the enchantment should anyone try to tamper or destroy it. "I surmise that you are in the future. Or, rather, from your perspective it likely looks like I am in the past." Gale palms his stubble, looking thoughtful, excited. Tabitha's stomach threatens her with the prospect of violently revisiting her lunch.

Modern! Shadowheart ✨

God’s Favorite Princess + ink of her favorite flower

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

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I was tagged by the wonderful @carnivaley , @archduchessgortash , @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream , @fireflyeyes , @dynamicducks , @cinder-rellish181 and @ele-millennial-weirdo <3

It's been a weird week for writing. (I blame the heatwave) I've been jumping between different projects, only adding a sentence before doing nothing anymore. I did get some more substantial writing done for Pactbound buuuut that is so spoiler-heavy that I can't share.

But because I've been flipping between different things, here you get a two for one!

There was an eerie feeling that made a shiver run over his spine when he entered the swampland, the light breeze that felt almost too soothing and the flowers that almost looked too colourful. He had to push on, he had to stay his course. He had to know if there was this small chance where it could be possible, if it could really be true. The rumours about the hag had always been plentiful, the whispers in the kingdom had always mentioned her. Talking about her as the best or the worst thing that had happened to someone, talking about healing that saved lives or curses that had ruined lives. It was as if a coin was flipped every time you went to her, you could only hope that it fell on the right side.

A little flashback in our modern AU. (Yes, a knigh/princess flashback) Aaaaand my least popular pairing.

It was almost as if the Gods had looked down upon Aradin and had laughed, thinking that they couldn't make the situation he was in even worse and then they did. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had lost more than half of his crew, even if one of them had returned a day ago telling them that he had been rescued by her. He could still see that ponytail of her flying around as he had heard her blast of an Eldritch Blast in his direction, taking out the goblin that had been whacking at him. He could still see those big purple eyes when she had talked down Zevlor and him later or when she had inquired later about what had happened. He could still hear how she almost sounded sincere when she told him that she was sorry that his crew had died.

Tagged for last lines by @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream and @saylofwaterdeep, and for general WIPpiness by the latter. My last lines are mega gigantic spoilers for the end of the trilogy I have so unwisely committed to, so I can't share those.

Instead have more time loop WIP! I'm going to have to stop sharing bits from this or you'll just be able to reconstruct the whole thing from post fragments 😆

This was not a safe neighborhood to walk at night, and he knew it. Safe was relative, anyhow; he could handle himself against a full-grown dragon. Dockworkers, bored and drunken sailors on leave, the usual assortment of pickpockets and thieves… they were no real threat.

No one bothered him, and Gale found himself deeply irritated by the peace of the night. He was near to boiling over in frustration, his anger and shame bubbling atop a hot roil of real fear. There was no outlet.

There were also no consequences. He could vent his emotions on the entire harbor – a Meteor Swarm would just about suit – and it would all be back to its usual state of grimy industry in the morning.

The knowledge that he could yield to the impulse somehow deflated it entirely. Instead he went home and got very, very drunk.

Ｏｖｅｒｒｉｄｅ ＆ Ｕｎｄｅｒｇｒｏｕｎｄ

Rating: Explicit 18+ Pairings: Durgetash (active pairing) | Gale/Durge (exes & endgame) (banner image by @fireflyeyes <3)

Chapter 5: Decadence Word Count: 9,350

“Apologies if I kept you waiting.” His voice is impossibly genuine; she never thought she’d get used to it, but she’s starting to. “I apparently entered through the farthest door, and was consistently pulled into conversations about my ‘plans for Simril’ and the usual ‘what does it mean if I get forty pop-up windows on my computer when I turn it on’ upon arrival.” A gentle breath filters through his nose, relieved to have finally escaped the barrage. “Proper company is most welcome.” She laughs quietly, wishing she didn’t have to keep a professional distance. “Did you tell them to be more careful when they’re looking at porn?” He chokes a small laugh, caught off guard but no less amused. “I told her to ask her teenage son about that, then promptly slipped away before further inquiry.” Tav’s next laugh is loud enough to carry, and his pride in causing it flashes through his eyes. It is at that moment that he lets his eyes wander beyond her face, expertly retaining the aura of a gentleman as he looks her over. A rare quality she’s seen in few. “You look beautiful,” he tells her, careful not to carry the volume to any nearby coworkers. “I must admit, when I asked you if you’d be here tonight, I expected a ‘no’. Not exactly your preferred atmosphere, from what I gather.” “I hadn’t planned on it,” she admits with a wry smile. “Until you asked. You do love a good party.” “Ah,” Gale rocks on his heels, amusement coloring his smile. “A good party, yes. I hesitate to classify a corporate holiday party under that category. Though I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you dressed up.” “After all the times you’ve seen me undressed, you’re excited to see me in an old dress?” she teases. “Quite frankly, I’m excited to see you in anything,” His smile quirks up with a hint of mischief. “—or nothing at all. So long as I get to see you.” Tav bites her lip, swallowing the sudden fluttering in her stomach. She glances at the rather eventless crowd behind him, idly talking as they await dinner while the too-loud, mediocre band plays in the corner with no danceable rhythm. To her right looms the open door that leads to the main hall beyond their booked venue. Her smirk mirrors his own. “So…what do you say we sneak out of here and crash a better party, hmm?” Gale looks to the exit in turn, an eager glint in his eyes when he looks back. “I say that’s a fantastic idea.”

Read the full chapter on AO3 Or start at chapter 1 HERE.

Pairing: Gale x Tav

Summary: Having returned to Waterdeep a hero, Gale embarks on his next challenge; avoiding his mother’s renewed attempts in finding him a bride

Chapter Ten (NEW)

Or read it from the start, here.

Tabitha

Hriiat’s is busy. It always is. There are two women at the counter bickering over who has the bigger honeycake, whilst a rowdy queue of hungry (and growing increasingly impatient) customers behind them snakes around tables and out through the entrance, all hoping to snatch a sweet treat before they sell out.

Vajra and Tabitha are fortunate enough to have their own table by the window reserved for them each Fifthday. A privilege since Hriiat’s does not allow for reservations, but the two of them have been coming here together for just over a year, and that having the Blackstaff dine regularly at your premises is likely seen as a glowing recommendation. Not that anyone pays much mind to them; everyone else’s attention is turned towards the quickly dwindling baked goods. It is a tradition they picked back up almost immediately after she had come home to Waterdeep two years ago. Prior to that, it had been ten years since she’d seen Vajra in the flesh.

That Tabitha is somewhat soothed by the bedlam in the bakery-come-cafe is not so unusual. She doesn’t mind crowds; used to fantasise about getting lost in one. Swept away by a torrent of chaos and disorder, away from the repetition and rigidity inside that tomb of a townhouse in Baldur’s Gate. She’s still waiting to learn what became of it, though she is not holding her breath. The city is still in disarray — not that it was in great shape when she left two years ago — and likely will be for some time; she has no plans to return anytime soon.

Thank you @tociminna for the tag! ❤️ I don’t always get to them, but I love tag games lol.

For my submission, please have both a longer WIP snippet that also happens to include some of the last lines I wrote from chapter two of how to draw the line between wrath and mercy

And there was also, of course, the fact that she was probably the most beautiful mortal he'd ever met, if not unconventionally so.

From her snow white hair, to her constellation of freckles, and gods, her striking eyes— one so icy blue it was practically white, one a golden shade he'd only ever seen in elves. Even the scar that cut across her full, plum-stained lips drew him in, in a way that made him want to incinerate whoever had put it there.

And she'd, against, all odds, seemed to take a liking to him, too. They'd camped together for three nights, and at the end of each one she would seek out his company above that of Astarion or Shadowheart— though he supposed that was a low bar, as they didn't seem to want company at all— or their new gith friend, Lae'zel. She sought his advice first, looked to him with questions, and even seemed to keep an eye on him in battle, though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

All in all, he could come to only one conclusion: he needed to be very, very careful. He was treading in dangerous waters, being drawn in by someone at a time like this. It could only end in disappointment and heartache— no, make that heart break, seeing as his remaining time only had one outcome, and it was his certain doom. Yes, he was going to have to watch himself. He hesitated to distance himself, as he didn't want to sow any discontent amongst the companions, so he'd just have to watch himself.

Almost as if she could read his mind, she sidled up beside him and nudged his shoulder. "Copper for your thoughts?" she asked, that ever-playful air to her voice.

"I was just thinking about you," he blurted before he could stop himself.

She turned pink, and he almost decided to the hells with his decision to be careful, if it meant he could make her blush again.