#Amicus plush

[legendary-sky-sketch-artisan]

I am rapidly losing my income by impulsive buying to fill the empty void in my soul

[daveydboi]

a batch of icons free to use of some khemia characters+the plush!

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[peoplegettingreallymadatfurries]

I officially win the holiday

I have received my own Roman emperor on The Idea of March

[monoxide-kittt]

Do you like Adastra?

I never read it, only the Smoke Room.

I like the idea of having a doll you can dress up, though! I would love to put the wolfie in dresses ^-^ He's very cute

I hope they re-release Sammy's plushie with removable clothes so I can give him outfits, too!!

[azures-plushies]

Samuel and Amicus are ready for their tennis match! But they forgot the rackets… and the balls…

[willowtree4788]

HA, bargain stores r nice.

I just recently went to two different bargain stores in my town and guess what? I FOUND TWO AMICUS PLUSHIES! They were really cheap at a 7.99 total [idk bout tax] while if I bought two while they were in stock it'd b 129.98 bucks. I'm not the type of person who buys online so I was quite glad to find them. Plus it's like a little reminder that there r other furries in town. :D

[dogtobrush]

the pawprint press plushies are so expensive 😔

i mean i guess i understand but also whyyyyyyyyy

[azelle-intermisson]

just bought a lavender candle to prove how normal i can be about fictional men <33

[truthfultales]

BG3 Tav Backstory Bash

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

Thank you @elspethdekarios for tagging me!

I´ve seen most of my choices have already been tagged, so I´ll tag the remaining ones that come to mind.

@galesdevoteewife @necromosss @theletteraesc @gufu-vire

I have not worked through all of the prompts, so do not forget to take a look at @kelandrin's original post where all prompts can be found.

Athena Dekarios née Asteriadis

High Half-Elf • Paladin-Cleric• Acolyte of Lathander • Neutral Good

Parents

Father: Amicus Asteriadis

Human artist and craftsman who was unpredictable in his violent tendencies and preference for sticking to himself. He moved to Baldur´s Gate as a young man once he found out his love - Athena´s mother - was planning on running away to the city.

Mother: Keylana Alastrarra

High-born Elf from the noble house of Alastrarra in Cormanthyr. She fell in love with Amicus, while he was performing in the city. Her parents disapproved, so she ran away to Baldur´s Gate in the hopes of a future with him. She became a merchant, but quickly let herself become corrupted. Knowing no responsibility, erratic behavior grew and she ended up taking lovers. Having grown up with money - which she no longer had - she was in the habit of spending too much; leading to terrible conflicts with her husband. (Who was a mere craftsman and very thrifty.)

Birth

Athena was the firstborn and came 8 years before her brother. Her birth was easy, unlike the pregnancy which had been heavy with nausea. She knew her mother had sung to her as a baby and toddler, even having gone so far as to invent her own lullaby for her, but later on their bond became severed and Athena was incapable of forming a bond with her mother. Her father was the one always there for her, despite his violent behavior and emotional abuse towards her. The abuse she had to suffer built the foundation for her strong personality later on, making it difficult for her to trust others.

First word

Plain old "Dada" followed by "bread".

When they first walked

Once Athena started walking at the age of 11 months, nothing was safe. She was particularly interested in books - but not necessarily in looking at them, but rather to use them as countertop for her baking experiments. She was scolded more than once for playing with flour on a green covered book, which she later found out was a book about plants and their different uses.

Tantrum

Athena would never forget that one tantrum she threw as a toddler, where she was on a flea market and saw a mountain lion plush toy. She wanted it so badly that she cried bitter tears, begged and threw herself to the ground. It was the same day she had been too trusting when faced with a big dog, who nearly bit her hand off. To her astonishment, she got the Mountain Lion plush toy. (And still feels bad for having acted out as a toddler.)

First sickness

Measles

Friends

Never really had friends, due to her mistrustful nature and difficulty in forming bonds. She was the awkward know-it-all who did her own thing. Later on Jaheira becomes her best friend.

Siblings

Has a younger brother - Evan - which she basically raised due to neglectful parents. They both know they are there for each other when necessary, but barely maintain contact. He owns a tavern in Waterdeep.

Getting into trouble

Despite her parents´ boasting about her to outsiders, she remains the black sheep of the family due to her reluctance in complying with her father´s demands and open hostility towards her mother´s behavior. She ran away often as a teen, once her parents had separated shortly after her brother´s birth.

Birthday Eleasis 13th

Learning something new

As a Priestess of Lathander she is on a constant journey of self-improvement, which includes learning. May it be combat, medicine or a new spell - she is always gaining new knowledge.

Trauma

One of her mother´s lovers sexually harassed her,

and a boy from the neighborhood tried to assault her. (It didn´t end well for him, but it made her even more cautious.)

First love

She fell in love with Jidam - a classmate who had longer brown hair and striking blue eyes - when she was thirteen years old. He mistreated her and made her the laughingstock of their year, but her devotion never faltered. A girl she thought her friend ended up getting involved with him.

Rebellion

Moved out as a teen and sought refuge in Lathander´s Temple in Waterdeep where she became an Acolyte.

Reckless behavior

Athena never was one for recklessness. Her difficult childhood and devotion to Lathander gifted her with wisdom beyond her years.

Peer pressure

Athena was known for her defiance of the masses and did not cave to peer pressure. The only time she fell for peer pressure she ended up stealing something from a big shop around the corner. Feeling bad afterwards, she donated everything stolen; keeping only four books which made her difficult younger years bearable.

Growing pains

Growing pains plagued her during her teens - usually at night. She could feel it in her bones but never complained.

Taking responsibility

All the responsibility seemed to be on her shoulders from an early age on. First the mediator between parents, then the bodyguard of her mother when lovers turned too unpleasant, afterwards a mother to her brother.

Serious relationships

She only had one partner before Gale and was engaged to him.

Stephanus was a very analytical and stoic man, who had difficulties showing affection, lusted after other women and was an egoistical lover. He was averse to building a family, and Lathander was not pleased to see his Chosen in a union with such a man, leading to a conversation between the god and Athena. She eventually broke up.

Work

She used to serve Lathander in the Spires of the Morning. Later on she became a Paladin of Lathander, serving as a member of the Order of Aster.

Once she returns to Waterdeep with Gale, she becomes a Priestess of Lathander - she also teaches and practices midwifery in that function.

Aging

Due to her nature as a half-elf and being blessed by Lathander, as well as married to the Chosen of Mystra, who could prolong life, she could technically live forever.

Starting a family

Athena and Gale end up being the parents of three children - two boys and a girl.

[kangamommynow]

I wish I could find an Amicus plush for Julian’s Christmas present. He’s a bit obsessed.

[legendary-sky-sketch-artisan]

Awwwwwww FUCK IM DEAD

In context I had ordered my amicus plush way back in I think August. I then received today a notification, a text, and a call. notification my package arrived, A text from my sibling saying it didn't arrive, And a call from my mom who said my package arrived at an old lady's house up the street, she apparently new are last name gave it to my mom and I'm sitting at college dying. More context my mom doesn't know I'm a furry, but dose know I'm bisexual so she full on thought an old lady was gonna see rainbow dong or something akin to it. Cause we have a rule in the house that like if you don't want some one to open your package and they ask what it is you say it's a "embarrassing package" and they back off.

Kill me please

[ratboydipshit]

pawprint press is really trying to completely bankrupt me. this image was precision targeted at my destroyed brain. fortunately, unlike when i got their xl amicus body pillow, both the munch and amicus plushes are sold out. these fools, they price their stuff too low. i would pay minimum $150 each for these and just eat rice and beans for the first few months of 2023

[bedrock-brock]

https://store.pawprint.press/collections/frontpage/products/adastra-amicus-plush

so about that Amicus plushie

[ketamie]

i actually hate this plush it doesn't capture his vibe at all like here he looks like some . mean guy archetype like evil but with a soft spot for you sort of thing but he's literally not idk. it's cute they gave him one of the tank tops from the game but like the game sucks so it doesn't mattwr. so dumb actually. the amicus plush is way better. and the lin hu one is better too. im a hater idc. hes literally on zoloft you can't do thisw

me after i chainsmoke 4 cigarettes.

[azures-plushies]

Amicus and Samuel got to chill at some friends’ place!

[amicusink]

Caesar-excerpt 1 (edited)

There was a little dirt road, dusty and white, a scar in the skin of the Scottish highlands. It stretched from an unnamed beach, curled around the rolling crevices, and snaked through the small valleys until the ocean was just a whisper behind the hills. There had been a storm the night before such that, when the sun warmed the morning the next day, the world was sighed contently in the aftermath, the still ocean glistened quietly, and the grass was the color of emeralds, dotted with the bright yellows and pinks of wildflowers.

For many long minutes, a silver pickup curled through the highlands. The driver, a thin man with fiery hair and pale, hollow cheeks, propped his elbow against the window sill and nestled his fist under his jaw. His mouth unhinged into a wide, slow gasp for air. He chomped into the atmosphere, nibbled on the findings, and gave a satisfied “Mmm.”  Before long, he was pulling off the little road and onto a pool of gravel in front of an iron gate.

The driver squinted a bit at the gate door, sizing it up. The thick iron bars were flaking and orange from the years of rain. A heavy, rudimentary padlock held it firmly shut. On either side was a series of barbed wire fencing which stretched for acres on either side and curved back towards a hillside. Within its borders, there was a large, brown barn and a small grey cottage, from which there emitted no lights, no movement. For sure, there were acres of land behind the buildings, but what they contained were hidden from prying eyes by a few trees and a wooden fence within the property. The young man strained over his steering wheel to watch for any signs of life, eyes darting to and fro, neck craned. He pressed his palm firmly on his horn, and the blaring scream shattered the silent morning. A flock of crows slid off of a large oak in front of the little house, and lifted itself into the sky, leaving the property more lifeless than before.

The young man reached over to the passenger side of his cabin, pulling a hairpin from the cup holder, and reluctantly peeled himself out of the truck. He trudged toward the gate with the foot-shuffling of a man prisoner to his own drowsiness. He slid the hairpin into the padlock, and wiggled it around without much enthusiasm. The lock clicked, and thudded to the ground.

He yawned.

As he pulled his truck around in front of the dull cottage, he was vaguely aware of another set of tire tracks. They were thin, likely a smaller car, and had a braided pattern. He frowned; there was no other car in sight. Somebody had been there after the storm had passed late last night, and had gone.

Brushing it off, he locked his truck and pushed his way into the cottage.

It was like walking into solitary confinement. All the blinds were drawn, and plaid curtains over them. The few beams of light that filtered into the small living room were obstructed by glistening winnows of dust. Everything inside was covered with a sheet of it. Everything was dirty, but nothing was out of place.

In the center of the small living room sat corduroy couch which swore that in its youth it was plush, comfortable, and a rich, stylish cherry red; now, past its prime, the limp cushions were a faded salmon with grey hairs, whispering about the days before it peaked. It had been dragged across the pale carpet, leaving a shadow of where it had once been in the center of the living room, and was now just shy of the the entrance to the loo, which stood wide open. From the edges of the couch spilled an arm and a leg, extended longingly for the door. The owner of these desperate limbs, whose tan cheeks and salt-and-pepper hair melted seamlessly into the old sofa, was wedged chest-deep into the flat cushions. A tribal blanket was twisted around his waist and spilled down his leg.

The younger man hovered over him, then gave a sharp kick to the underside of the sofa, and a layer of dust was coughed into the air. The sleeping man gave a low, broken groan, and rolled over onto his back. There was a white line from the corner of his lips down his chin. The boy shook his head.

“Coffee?” he demanded gayly, voice loud and piercing in the still room as he turned towards the kitchen.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, by the lack of any sound or even shuffle of a response, that he had woken the grey man. But he padded cheerfully into the kitchen. The fridge, he found, was barren, save for a half-eaten tub of margarine. The fruit bowl on the counter was sticky and empty and covered in dust. In the sink lay an orange rain jacket, which reeked of salt, beer, and fish, but was still dripping with the tap water which, presumably, had cleaned it off the night before. Nonetheless, he threw the back of his hand over his nose and knocked aside the curtains over the window so he could prop it open.

“Your house is full of lovely smells this morning!” he called into the other room.

This time, he could hear a shifting. Feet hitting the floor. The blanket tossed onto the back of the sofa. Familiar sounds. Sounds of life.

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Amicus