#[ VERSE ] Forgotten Realms

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (09/18/2023)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[feuerwizard]

@championsofthegate asked: "[ gift ] sender giving receiver a small gift" // caring prompts;; open

Many weeks had passed since that charged conversation in the woods, where Vax's flirtations had begun to crack through Caleb's carefully constructed walls. The wizard had been both thrilled and terrified by the rogue's attentions, the promise of "something more" hanging tantalizingly between them. But Caleb had pulled back, not yet ready to face the demons of his past or let someone new into the depths of his fractured heart.

Life went on—there were battles to be fought, quests to complete, a world to save.

Caleb sat slightly apart from the others as usual, nose buried in his spellbook as dancing firelight played across the pages. He was so engrossed in his studies that he did not notice Vax's approach until a pair of black boots entered his field of vision. Glancing up, he found the half-elf looking down at him with an uncharacteristically shy smile, one hand behind his back.

With a flourish, he presented a large tome bound in rich brown leather, runes embossed on the cover glinting with threads of gold and copper. Caleb's eyes widened as he took the book almost reverently, clever fingers skimming over the title. "Arcanum of Transmutation," he breathed. "This is… extraordinarily rare and expensive. Wherever did you find it?"

[aamaranthiine]

springborne

Another commission I paid for, by Kruhee on discord. Featuring Amalthea in one of her variant forms, which is based off a satyr or faun from mythology. Do not remove credit or repost on other websites. This is strictly for my personal use.

[sayri]

im cooking another little guy

[ode-of-odr-archive]

"You know I am not even from this plane? Tiefling is no word where I come from. That is why I am called it, as cambion does not fit, or does it? See, where I come from, things like me do not walk so freely, we barely live more than a few minutes after birth. We are created to act as empty sacks to fill. Greater demons cannot pass the veil the gods made to protect mortalkind, but they found back doors, spawn like me. If you ask any from my plane, I am a demon."

"The blood of such evil does not go out with a whimper. And I see, feel the difference between me and other tieflings. My blood is alive and it sings of slumbering madness, hunger unending, chants of grotesque carnage of which we feast on the fur. My friend sent me spiraling here in hopes my soul could escape its fate."

[thcdoomed]

If you ever ask Dronia about Mielikki, just know that you are going to be sat down for a long chat about the goddess... and also probably given a snack. She won't try to convert you, but literally, after everything, Mielikki is the one thing she felt never left her.

[altuspavus]

sorry i've been rather absent, hope to write some replies this week. but! i've got dumb stuff irl causing large stress & anxiety and also have been playing through bg3.

[sunbladebard]

tags

tags - (i will forget some for sure)

♬ ⚔️  *  /   photos   /   i wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down.

♬ ⚔️  *  /   threads   /   i wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   musings   /   i'm right where you left me.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   aes   /     talking to strangers about you.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   inbox   /     i used to float now i just fall down.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   ooc   /     taylor swift lyric bot.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   self promo   /     what was i made for?

♬ ⚔️   *  /   promos   /     party members.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   memes   /     you hung a cigarette between your purple lips.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   headcanons   /     am i the deer? or am i the headlights?

verses -

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   main. 

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   forgotten realms. 

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   skyrim. 

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   modern. 

other-

♬ ⚔️   *  /   wishlist   /       our days and nights are perfumed with obsession.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   isms   /     shania twain starts playing in the background.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   crack   /     lesbian request denied.

[dollhousings]

𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐖𝐘𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. rogue thief. runaway daughter of a noble family. high elf. chaotic neutral. pansexual. she/they.

summary / about: if you ever hear the family name silvermoon in the city of ravens bluff, the very first thing you’ll think about will be the scandal of eight years ago: the second daughter of its mighty cleric leader running away in the dead of night with the most precious artifact of their worshipped god—sehanine’s night key. it was quite the day; plenty of screaming, plenty of running; plenty of a temple on fire too. eirwyn left the city behind with nothing but a change of clothes, her faithful hunting dagger and the stolen artifact. there are rumours and whispers that speculate what exactly led to this betrayal, from promises of sacrifice to dark gods and marriage alliances; but it’s not like eirwyn would tell you the truth anyway. if today you walk by her side, you probably have no idea who she truly is.

she was recruited by the master of a city thieves’ guild after he saw her playing a stunt and robbing from one of his targets, saying that she talked way too fancy to be a petty ruffian. indeed, that’s how you perceive eirwyn: a boy prince full of defiance and stubborn charm. even these days, she’s known within her little crew as a thief who uses high deception and persuasion to con her targets. when someone is born into the politics of court intrigues and a house full of skeletons, it comes naturally, really.

[ ! ] watch out for your pockets before, during and after speaking to her.

personality. spoiled, selfish, defiant. cunning, persuasive.

verses. (under co.) high fantasy (general). forgotten realms (main). urban fantasy / modern. skyrim.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ›ㅤpinterest.ㅤ›ㅤinteractions.ㅤ›ㅤmusings.ㅤ ›ㅤmirror.

although casually and majorly using she/her pronouns, eirwyn goes by they/them as well. she does not consider herself a female elf and what it entitles as a whole;

she is a moon elf;

eirwyn used to steal everything from trinkets to expensive jewels from every noble she stumbled across as a child. it was not unusual for her father to find stolen items hidden in her room;

the night key stays hidden inside her clothes as a necklace.

[burntears]

starter call // @redemnation

THERE WAS A FLAT-TOP boulder in the clearing so even it might have been sheared by a giant's hand in ages past. Two stumps flanked it. One stood empty, but on the other was perched a small woman with hair so long it encircled Her seat. ❝Seat thyself, Lord. Play a game with Me. There's a prize awaiting the winner.❞ She toyed with something that may have been a deck of cards or a pair of dice or something else entirely. Difficult to tell as She kept it in motion.

[fadedreamed]

TAG DUMP — ELLANA.

[feuerwizard]

starter for @valistheanshield

Caleb should know better by now than to recklessly invite trouble into his day. Despite being a relatively skilled wizard, it takes only one wrong confrontation at the worst possible moment to land him in danger. Today, that danger comes in the form of a fierce band of orcs who have taken issue with him. Exhausted from failed attempts at teleportation earlier, Caleb finds himself stranded in the heart of a dense forest, its leafy ceiling blocking out most of the sunlight. Tiny beads of sweat trickle down his furrowed brow, stinging his eyes and causing him to blink rapidly. His muscles burn with exhaustion, screaming for him to stop, but he grits his teeth and hurls another searing fireball in their direction. The heat radiating from his palms is intense, searing and singeing everything in its path.

You survive so much, Widogast, and yet will taken out by orcs?

The thought flashed through Caleb's mind as he stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding a vicious swipe from an orc's jagged blade. The irony was not lost on him, even in this dire moment. After all the trials and tribulations he had endured, all the enemies he had outsmarted and overpowered, could this really be it? Another orc lunged forward, its eyes gleaming with malice. Caleb sidestepped the attack, his movements growing sluggish. He knew he could not keep this up much longer. His magical reserves were nearly depleted, and his physical stamina (what little of it there was) waned with each passing second.

[justaballoffluff]

I think I'm gonna -- take a bit of a break from Tari for a bit -- but if you want some fantasy, come find me at @comparofabulae

[dragonsfell]

"War is something I have grown accustomed to. It's the only language they seem to speak." -Jaheria

Little of when and where she comes from has been talked about. It's not something she share on often, always with a glare even as the Tethyrian civil war she had been born into was almost a hundred and thirty years ago. A long time ago, not witnessed by any of the humans alive today, unless magic intervened with aging. It was not necessarily the most sour of subjects but it was not one she talked about. Whoever that babe could have been was never known; the druids that took her in was all the story any one got.

❝ Many are born in war, and it may be all they know. ❞ She says, she knows that she probably wouldn't sound like Tethyrian yet she knew about the Ten Black Day of Eleint well enough from stories, from being a strongheaded girl and now a long lived woman who lived of the word. ❝ I have seen many wars, Eivor, it is unfortunate. However, that does not mean a warrior at war can't another language, such as peace. It just takes a strong will and A LOT of patience. ❞ Khalid would have believed as much.

[ode-of-odr-archive]

// Ras sitting around the campfire braiding flowers in the ladies' hair if they ask. The guys too if they want. They are not very good, but he is very proud.

[thcdoomed]

🗡️||: Starter for @decidentia // doric

Dawn had painted the valley in shades of orange and pink, giving the false image of serenity over the land. Dronia knew better. The night before had been filled with violence, every moment of it was a fight to survive. And she had, her wounds were bandaged, and her neck gaiter had done its job, keeping too much of the stench of blood from her nostrils. Putting water from the nearby creek over the dying fire, she glanced around. Something felt off, she should have been alone and yet...

Raising her bow and arrow at the treeline, her keen eyes spotted movement. "Out with you, I don't want to put a fresh hole in you if I don't have to."