#as will the necromancy shoot

[hirazuki]

Okay y'all, I'm going to be doing a shoot with Mairon in the forest in a couple of weeks and could use some ideas for props for him!

It's a very general concept, just a smoke generator and colored gel lights in the woods. Going for a Lieutenant of Angband/First Age Beleriand vibe. I'll probably try to work in some forlorn/beat-up post-War of Wrath shots (not drowning; we're not soaking this version because of the fake leather armor, though I fully intend on doing a drowned Sauron look too at some point XD), but there's nothing concrete beyond that. Some moody aesthetic shots, some menacing shots.

I've got a blade and lots of fake blood on the list. What else should I add?? 👀

[seriemorder]

also hadnt even realised but i really wanted to go the holidays season without coffee like i wanted to suffer through christmas without coffee in my body that wouldve made me an alcoholic finally fr jesus

[caught-in-the-filter]

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[buggieboyofficial]

I made a reverse au for @void-dude 's Shapes and Pines au!

Their au makes me so happy! :))) I thought it would be interesting to see them reversed. (I wrote a LOT on here so I'm going to transcribe it all at the end of this)

Honestly this was supposed to be a joke and then I kept drawing and thinking about them. This admittedly got out of hand.

To make up for it, have some Tad Strange and Bill!

Tad: Ow.

Bill: Look, Isn't it beautiful?

Tad: Bill, I shouldn't be seeing anything but a doctor right now.

(Full transcription under the 'keep reading')

1969 Tad Strange is 15 years old. (He looks old for his age and uses this to his advantage) He lost his eye in a firework accident when he was 12 and now, he has a fear of fire and a glass eye. Billium is 12 years old and is about to make a really bad mistake. His eye was missing at birth and can't get a glass eye without surgery. Their parents work together and Bills Parents asked Tad to babysit Billium when they are away to help with his bullies. They become friends. (Mini Comic 1) Billium- "You don't GET IT TAD!" Billium- "I was BORN a freak." Billium- "I can't pretend to be normal because I don't know HOW." Tad- "… Huh."

2012 Bill is a Biologist After his family home burned down, killing both Tad and Bill's families, Bill became interested (obsessed) with necromancy. He started with studying human biology, but his work hit a wall and he became desperate for more knowledge. He summoned Sixer for answers after searching for years trying to find a being that could help him. Who knew that the demon of knowledge could be so susceptible to flattery? It's probably because Sixer doesn't get summoned very often.

(Mini Comic 2)

Dr. Bill: Looking extra dexterous today Sixer~

Sixer: *AHEM* Thank you Dr. Bill, let's get back to work now.

Tad is a Car Salesmen He lives in his tow truck just in case he gets chased out of town for selling shitty cars at an increased price. He had lived alone for a long time before Bill tracked him down 4 months ago. Bill apologized and said some cryptic shit about fixing everything. Then he looked around at Tad's tow truck/home and left a paper with weird circles on it and an incantation. He said "Use this to get a better place, you'll need one soon" Then he left. Tad didn't summon Ley until 2 months ago when he almost got shot selling a fake Lamborghini to a gang leader. He was then chased out of town again.

1 Trillion years ago, Sixer and Ley were in the 2nd dimention.

Sixer created a safe(ish) portal to the 3rd dimension which he was able to do because he had one eye that saw in 3d and one that was in 2d.

Ley could see it out of the corner of his eye like Tad did, but doesn't like to look at the world beyond. He accidentally broke the portal Sixer made while trying to use it and now everyone is gone.

(Mini Comic 3)

Sixer: "Look Ley, a Shooting Star!"

Ley: "WTF is a star and why is it shooting at us?!"

[artbysconnor]

Team GGGG as DnD Character designs! I had a ton of fun doing them. Design breakdowns under the cut! . ZombieCleo - Elf Undead Warlock Smajor1995 - Eladrin Divine Soul Sorcerer PearlescentMoon - Tiefling Beastmaster Ranger ImpulseSV - Dwarf Oath of Devotion Paladin

ZombieCleo - Obviously I wanted Cleo to be, well, a zombie, so Undead Warlock felt like a perfect choice! Over the bandages wrapping up her decaying body, she wears a long purple dress over green teal leggings and leg wraps to mimic her leotard and socks, and I gave her bone and skull details on her shoulders, belt, and hair pins to reference her necromancy magic. Her carved green gemstone bangles and diadem serve to help in her spellcasting.

Smajor1995 - Scott always struck me as having Fae Prince energy, so I think he'd be from the Feywilds and wanted his costume to feel similarly natural and yet ethereal. His shirt is semi-sheer fae silk and sparkly and his gilded gold leggings fasten with a corset at the waist. As an additional nod to the nature magic of the Eladrin, his cape fades into blowing leaves at the ends, and I imagine changes with the seasons - flowers in the spring, turning red in the fall, etc. He also always has a divine halo.

PearlescentMoon - I knew I wanted Pearl to be a Tiefling so I could make her horns into the shape of crescent moon! The rest of her design is mainly based on her Red Pearl design, with a red cloak and tattered black pants and an overall asymmetrical design to give you that slightly unhinged feeling. She also has mismatched black bracers and archery gloves to help in her shooting.

ImpulseSV - For Impulse, a dwarf seemed like the obvious choice as a reference to his past seasons of Hermitcraft, so I leaned into it and gave him bulky black armor with 'i' motifs at the shoulders. I translated his shirt design into a black-and-gold tabard and gave him a big greatsword that I imagine is a bit like a swiss army knife, full of doodads and engineered gizmos.

[tanadrin]

wife and i watched the chris pine dungeons and dragons movie last night, and it was (compared to historic entries in the d&d filmography) pretty good! but seeing the forgotten realms in up-close live action is a bit weird: there's something about the conventions of filmic verisimilitude (plus the on-location shooting in ireland and britain) that makes me ponder the implications of the generic conventions more.

like, obviously d&d settings can be a bit weird in the way that, having inherited fantasy tropes at a second or third remove and reprocessed them in a way suitable for a game setting, the forgotten realms has oddities like a whole economy of adventurers and dungeoneering, and extremely high magic world where characters have to be killed off using powerful magic to prevent them easily being resurrected, and a wildly inconsistent relationship between locations' political organization, their technological sophistication, the sorts of social institutions they support, etc., etc. on the other hand, i definitely found it a fun movie to look at: more than a a few individual stills would have made bitchin' magic: the gathering cards, or flavor art for a setting rulebook.

but since the villain of the movie is a powerful lich, whose plot is to convert more people to undeath to serve him, it did get me thinking about the really weird metaphysics of the d&d setting. like. necromancy is ontologically evil, but if i found myself in the d&d universe the very first thing i would do is try to become a lich, because death sucks and in this setting gods are real and i don't want the fate of my soul to be subject to their whims. and the second thing i'd probably do is start an effective altruism program to turn as many people as possible into immortal undead beings, to spread the advantages of unlife to as many people who wanted it as possible.

but i think this would be considered Evil behavior in the setting? idk man maybe Szass Tam is just really misunderstood. maybe he's onto something with this whole "cleanse the world of the taint of life" thing!

[meowsgirldrawing]

Astarion has Tav around his finger and everyone knows it..(Astarion x GN Tav)

Just a small headcannon of mine, hehehehe. Especially for my Tav and Astarion.

Note: Slight suggestive stuffz (Nothing explicit, mostly Astarion's teasing), mentions towards Tiefling Tav who's tall cause that's cute. Some cussing. Durge gets mentioned here as it's my personal head cannon that they are part of the group, just not the leader.

Word Count: 1,084

Masterlist: Here

AO3: Here

Everyone knows Astarion has Tav wrapped around his finger. 

Everyone.

Their fellow adventurers obviously, having watched the couple grow in their very campsite. Random folks they come across long enough to hear the banter between the two, which with Astarion’s need for constant teases and digs into Tav’s constant need to help every miserable stray they come across, happens quick enough. 

Overall, everyone and their mother knows it. Everyone and their mother can see it. 

See how much Astarion has their calm hearted leader sweetly wrapped around his finger without him having to even lift it. 

It was clear to Gale when Astarion threw a simple but meaningful glance at the Necromancy of Thay book they found safely tucked away behind traps of all kinds. Instead of giving it to him, the proudly pronounced wizard of the group. Durge had to jokingly soothe his feelings over that one. 

In reality, he didn’t mind it that much. Just rolls his eyes and ignores the small smile wanting to grow on his lips every time he sees Tav giving him yet another book that has the vampire reading for hours afterwards. 

Shadowheart already knew the moment Tav kept coming up to her nearly every morning, holding their neck and blushing up a storm. One glance to Astarion’s poorly hidden grin behind his book and Tav’s inability to keep eye contact, had her shooting down their apologies quick.

‘No you’re not.’ she said, hand flared up in Cure Wounds spell. 

Their tail simply curled up tighter on their leg as their blush deepened. 

Lae’zel simply scoffed at the idea, always watching as Tav reluctantly let Astarion go off to loot their now dead enemies belongings. 

‘They won’t need it anymore, darling, remember?’ He chirped with a wink. 

Still, she later had to give respect where it was due. Afterall, they had to bravely put up with her insistence to hurry it all up so they could get to the Creche faster. All as Astarion was behind them both, taking his sweet time to find his new treasures. 

Wyll laughed at the idea. Tav and him usually share many ideals amongst the group. Protect the innocents, take down the monsters. 

But for Tav to turn around and protect their own little monster in elf form, he can’t deny his happiness for his friends. 

Though he wished there was less need for blood in some situations. 

Like Tav subtly telling Astarion to cool it in the midst of talking with the Gur man, who didn’t realize-in short- just how fucked up Astarion’s situation actually is. 

The hopeless romantic one in him was in fact grinning proudly when Tav used their towering height to glare down the drow for her disgusting persistence towards Astarion. Especially when he caught them hugging hours later, Astarion looking for once the most relaxed ever. Like a cat curled up in their favorite person’s presence.

Karlach cooed and awed over it just as much as Wyll to be honest. She was full of grins and teases as she battled alongside the rogue in the field. Not just towards Astarion though, no. She threw the same treatment at Tav anytime she could.

Astarion could smirk and throw a line out like, “ Do take it easy, my love! You’ll need that energy later, afterall!” that had Tav glaring at him as they blocked off an enemy coming for their throat. Their flushing cheeks evident to everyone that it wasn’t from the battle anymore.

Karlach snickered, adding a little “ Just keep it down for us single-people, yeah Fangs?”

His smirk only grew with his grin, “No promises, dear.”

Her head tipped back in a laugh before she slaughtered down another fucker. 

Halsin squints his eyes at it with a fond smile.

Astarion batted his eyes at Tav the moment he saw the grease-filled flooring in the sewer in front of them all. 

‘If I have to go into a damned sewer of all things, I should at least be able to save something dear to me.’ His reason when he requested to be held across as they passed over it. Granted it took a minute, Tav crossing their arms and squinting their eyes down at the shorter elf. The bigger one holding his chuckle at the sight alone. 

Halsin did offer to carry him himself, but one glance from him and back to Tav told him everything. He wants Tav to carry him. 

And -unsurprisingly- surprisingly…they did. Astarion curled up with a giddy grin, clutching their shoulders as they suppressed their grin with a faux grimace. One kiss on their cheek had it peaking through however. 

He smiled at the small light they shared together despite the horrors of the world, praying that’ll always shine bright for them for however long it can. 

And laughed loudly the moment Tav’s foot slipped and had them crashing into the greasy puddle. Not without keeping Astarion to fall on them, safe and sound of course. 

Everyone knows Astarion has Tav wrapped around his finger…including the two of them.

“The things I do for you...” Tav grimaced as Astarion leaned back, tongue licking up the excess blood dribbling down his chin. It’s quick his grin appears. A sight like that would set others on edge, reaching for their weapons. For Tav, they scoff and wipe it with their thumb. 

Astarion is too fast in licking it off there too, a wink thrown their way that has them glaring once more. 

“Ah yes, the things you do for me..” His arms clutch their shoulders, wrapped around as their’s circle his waist again. Keeping him safe on their lap. 

He awws their pout, “You can just let me go then if you hate this so much, you know.”

Their grip tightens, as does the tail around his right thigh. 

“Quiet and finish up, alright? By the rate you're going, the sun will be up before you get even 3 gulps done.”

His eyes match the mirth in his smile, relaxed and happy that has their heart doing summer-salts. He tilts head sideways. “Oh, but of course, my love. Afterall, I wouldn’t want you to grow bored.”

Tav’s eyes soften. They know he’s merely joking, but they still kiss his cheek as sweetly. Feeling his eyes flutter in his happy hum. “Like I’d ever get bored of you.”

“I know.” He simply agrees before connecting with their neck once again. Making sure to keep it as gentle and kind to them as they always do for him.

[mleprae]

The year is 2025, a cliche zombie virus break out, but it's not like TV; it's slow and boring and nothing really comes out of it, in a few years most of humanity has adapted to the zombies.

Traffic is slowed down because a zombie has found its way on the highway and nobody wants to get bitten, they can't shoot it because the zombie has an ID vest, meaning that it has living family who couldn't afford to pay for the humane execution (because funeral homes won't do it themselves) so the body could be buried. The cheapest solution (that many took due to finantial reasons) was to just pay for an ID vest and let the body roam, because killing zombies is incredibly disrespectful and anti-ethical to the living members of the family.

Police arrives and remove the zombie, you resume your morning routine and hear on the radio that the goverment is actually considering passing a law that would allow hunters to kill unindetified zombies or those who have outlived their families (mostly the homeless) after a Tiktok challenge where teens tried to steal jewelry of the wandering zombies (dubbed 'smacking') went incredibly wrong. Years ago there would be an outroar as people saw killing zombies as anti-ethical but people are incredibly fed up with the zombies getting in the way of their work.

The law passes but hunters quickly break the law by also killing the ID zombies but since those belonged to poor families, they can't afford a lawyer, the only ones who could afford to presecute the hunters were followers of some weird instagram celebrity gury cult who believed the state of zombification is a natural part of the body, where the body would wander until it found it's last resting place before it finally passed away. The body without a soul meant it also could not sin, therefore, the longer a zombie wanders the world the longer it suffers to attone for it's sin and has its conscience cleared by the power of the Moon and stars.

On the other hand, tech bros and megacorps dump billion of dollars after a viral video of an employee died on site and reanimated into a zombie but kept working for aproximately 3 minutes before starting to bite people, into scientific research that zombies could be used as cheap labor. Scientists discover that zombies who did the same repetitive tasks for years may continue those tasks even in their state of zombification, the megacorps soon start a program in which "Associatives can become a permanent member of the family!" where people were contractually obligated to work ungodly hours to hijack their systems so they would become literaly dead slaves of the system. This practice was named 'necromancy'.

Any scientist that goes public after making progress for a zombie cure either disappears or commits "suicide" right after

[sophie-frm-mars]

The Trump shooting is such a good example of how when all your focus is on one mindnumbing and dogshit thing you become hopeless because the only options that thing provides suck, and how electoral politics is that kind of thing all the time.

Would it be good if someone killed him? Would it be good if someone killed Biden instead, or both of them? It's a bad thing, what's happened, and it would be bad if it had gone differently, and it's bad that Genocide Joe hasn't stepped down and it will probably be bad if he does or if comrade covid succeeds in their mission, because the state and ruling class are enemies of the people and every outcome in their framework is bad. It would be good if there were mass squatting occupying the empty property developments and making them livable for the homeless instead, it would be good if cops were run out of every neighbourhood in America, it would be good if food and electricity and water were free, it would be good if the fascist state of Israel were destroyed and Palestine were free and the rotten necromancied corpse of the American empire lost its animating magic and collapsed into the fetid chunks of myopic baroque politicking that it deserves to be without hurting anyone else.

Electoral politics affects a lot of people, so it makes sense that it draws your attention, but nothing good can happen within it and everything good that can be built must be built by the working class away from its distractions

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Greek Mythology

Hecate (Ἑκάτη meaning ‘Worker from Afar’) was the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy in Greek mythology. She was the only child of the Titanes Perses (god of destruction) and Asteria (goddess of shooting stars) from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and the sea. Hecate assisted Demeter (goddess of the grain) in her search for her daughter Persephone (goddess of spring), by guiding her through the night with flaming torches. After the mother-daughter reunion she became Persephone's minister and companion in Hades (the Underworld). Hecate was associated with the cypress tree which symbolised the Underworld and death in the old myths. She was also the goddess of borders and doorways, both physical and mystical. Dogs were also sacred to her, and thus she was associated with protection. When Phillip of Macedon besieged Byzantium, the Byzantines heard dogs in the street barking at the approach of his army. The Byzantines and Athenians defended the city successfully and such success was attributed to Hecate. In gratitude, the Byzantines erected a statue of the goddess.

artwork by IrenHorrors

[asthedeathoflight]

The longer I sit with it the less convinced I am that Wake actually hated Gideon. Like, let's just look at the evidence here. We hear that Wake resented Gideon and only stuck around her to ensure that the tomb could be opened from Mercymorn, Pyrrha, and Wake herself. And no, I don't believe Wake sacrificed herself for Gideon out of any sentimentality. She wanted to kill John so bad she'd die for it. But then she was essentially alone with Gideon for twenty years. I don't believe anything Mercy says about Wake, and Pyrrha may have known Wake but like ghost Wake had plenty of time to develop more nuanced feelings after she and Pyrrha's epic breakup.

Which leaves the most compelling piece of evidence of Wake hating Gideon being that she says she does. To John of all fucking people. And I think if we really step back, it's more likely that she was lying there than that she was telling the truth. She's trying to goad him into killing her so he can't get any information out of her. Of course she's gonna taunt them with their spite baby she was gonna kill. John may have complicated feelings about baby death (mr infant finger crown) but it's reasonable to try and push that button.

Which is all well and good but negating the evidence that Wake hated Gideon doesn't equate to evidence she didn't hate Gideon. Except that we kind of do have that. Wake and Gideon only interact once in all of Harrow the Ninth, and it's when Wake saves Gideon's life by shooting Mercy with a herald bullet. Her extremely valuable, irreplaceable herald bullets she needs to kill John with. And you can't even argue that she's doing it to further her cause of using Gideon to kill John because she's just saving Gideon's ghost. There is no evidence based on how necromancy works that Gideon's ghost is at all a necessary moving part in the killing John plan. Her ghost being there in Nona distinctly does not help. Wake has a much better shot at killing John right there and then with the herald bullets. Letting Mercy tidy up her loose ends here looks like a pretty good deal from where I'm standing. But she can't stand by and let Gideon die. She was willing to sacrifice Gideon, yes, but she can't let her be murdered.

I'm not arguing that Wakes feelings towards Gideon are at all maternal. I don't think she's in the running for mother of the year. She's not even mother of the hour of the minute of the second. But it does mean something that Wake gave up residency in her bones to hop into the sword. She had no way of knowing that sword would one day end up within spitting distance of John. I think that Wake simply, in her own fucked up and angry kind of way, cared about Gideon and wanted to be close to her.

[mediumgayitalian]

“Woah, hey, I wanna try.”

Nico startles at the voice, tiny bone falling from his hand and sinking back into the dirt.

“Aw.” Beat-up flip-flops slow to a stop right next to him, and Will plops himself down. He shoots a bright, too-wide smile in his direction, eyes crinkling. “Hi!”

“Hi,” Nico says warily, subtly inching away. Will, either oblivious or uncaring to his intention, just leans in closer, blue eyes watching him intently. “…What are you doing here?”

“Hanging out with you. Duh. How did you do that?” He points to Nico’s hands.

Confused, Nico re-summons to the squirrel femur, dragging up the rest of the skeleton too. It chitters to life, nosing at the sliver of bare knee out from Nico’s ripped jeans, before bounding over to Will. He doesn’t even flinch, laughing as the little thing scampers up his arm and rests in his hair. Nico’s mouth twitches.

“I don’t actually know? I guess I can do it the same way you can heal. It kind of just happens, I can’t really teach you.” He pauses, squinting. “Unless…necromancy is healing, technically. Can you do necromancy?”

Will shakes his head, wincing as one of the squirrel’s ribs gets catches a curl of his hair, tugging it as it moves. “No, the other thing. The spinny thing.” He gestures towards Nico’s hands, wiggling his own in explanation. “With the — bone.”

“Oh! Oh, that.”

Closing his eyes, Nico lays his palm flat on the packed dirt, feeling around under it. He can’t see it, exactly, but he can feel buried things the same way you might feel the air shift when someone comes in an empty room. Things take up space, and there’s a record of that you can feel. Nico’s ability just extends underground, and bones, especially, are like someone entering a room loudly. He’s directed to them almost automatically.

He feels around until he gets pulled towards another buried dead. A mouse, this time, or at least a part of its skeleton. Nico leaves it. The bones are too small for his purposes.

He keeps searching until he finds a raccoon’s ulna — perfect. He drags it up, patient as it worms its way around rocks and through clay and even, notably, a snake’s burrow, and finally breaks through the surface, right up into his waiting palm. He taps it twice on the ground, shaking off the excess dirt, then poises it deftly in between his right middle and pointer figure.

Then, aware of Will’s intense gaze on him, he starts to fiddle with it.

So fast the movement looks fluid, he passes the thin bone along his deft fingers; in, out, in, out. He bends it under his hand back into the looped curve of his pointer finger when it reaches his pinky, starting the cycle all over again. The bone makes tiny swishing sounds as cuts through the air.

“Woah,” Will breathes, eyes wide, pupils wider. “That’s so cool.”

Nico shrugs, embarrassed. “It’s just — twirling. It’s not hard.”

“It’s like the bone is moving itself, though! That’s so sick!”

Nico has never had anyone look so — delighted at him, before, at his magic. Not that this even counts — he did this with sticks, when he was a kid, with pencils. It’s just a fidget, but Will grins at him like Nico’s turning straw into gold.

“I can — show you, if you like.”

Will cheers, scooting somehow closer. Their knees touch, and Nico has to bite down a gasp; somehow, even that touch is hot, even through his jeans he feels like he’s been shocked. His hands, too, under Will’s intensive, determined scrutiny, start to tingle.

“Extend your middle finger up, a little, like you’re trying to cross it over your pointer. No, don’t actually cross it, just — here. Let me.”

He grabs Will’s hands before he can think about it, and he regrets it; the contact makes it suddenly hard to breathe. He forces himself through it, breathing through gritted teeth, and places Will’s fingers the right way.

“Your heart rate’s way off,” Will comments. “You’re also producing an excessive amount of adrenaline and cortisol. You okay?”

Nico bites back a curse. Damn vitakinesis.

“I’m fine,” he grits out.

“If you say so.”

He rushes through the end of his explanation, practically flinging the bone in Will’s direction and throwing himself away, making sure there’s a healthy stretch of space between them when he sits back down.

“You try.”

Will shifts, eyes narrowed on the poised bone. His tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth in focus, just barely, and Nico has to beat back his thoughts with a mental battering ram. The squirrel skeleton, still sitting on Will’s head, rattles as if laughing at him.

I’ll give myself a lobotomy. I will. Do not test me.

“I got it!”

He glances back down at Will’s cry, accidentally meeting his eyes — blue, blue, gods, they’re so blue, is that an Apollo thing? First the sunrise-coloured hair, then sky-eyes? Apollo’s eyes are brown, usually. Blue only when he feels like it. Why are Will’s so identical to the heavens, then? Why do they seem to take up half his face, they’re so constantly wide, constantly watching? Attention everywhere, all the time, like everything is worth looking at, committing to memory. They go near black, when the sun sets, they get so dark. Mirrors of the night sky. That can't be mortal.

Sure enough, the ulna weaves through Will's fingers — clumsy, stuttering, not as fluid as Nico, but the foundations are there — successfully.

"Good job."

The answering smile could light up the Earth in an eclipse. Nico feels sunburnt.

"I gotta go show off to Kayla and Austin!" Ulna tucked in his ear like a pencil, he reaches up a hand, waiting for the squirrel, despite not having an olfactory system, to sniff his palm, deem it safe, and crawl in. "Come on, Sammy. Thanks, Nico! You're the best!"

"Sure," Nico mumbles. He watches him run off, cradling the little squirrel skeleton carefully. "No problem."

A small smile pulls at his face.

[kaykebitez]

Arcane Arousals (Rolan x F!Reader)

Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Pairing: Rolan/Tav; Rolan/Female Reader Status: Complete Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,838

Tags:

POV Second Person, Unnamed Tav (Baldur's Gate), Wizard Tav (Baldur's Gate), Location: Sorcerous Sundries (Baldur's Gate), Female Tav (Baldur's Gate), Tav is Not Described (Baldur's Gate), Banter, Mutual Pining, Teasing, Inappropriate Use of Telekinesis, Vaginal Sex, Clothed Sex, Desperation, Sloppy Makeouts, reader is a shit, Wizard Banter, You Tease Rolan Until He Snaps, Feral Rolan, But Still Kinda Submissive, Shameless Smut

Summary:

You're an accomplished wizard and in the wake of the Netherbrain's defeat, the hero of Baldur's Gate. In the aftermath of the mindflayer invasion, you move into Ramazith's Tower with Rolan, technically taking on the role of his 'apprentice', even though you have several years of teaching experience under your belt at Blackstaff, pre-tadpole. Rolan is insufferable, prickly, and very obviously into you, but he hasn't made a single move towards you, and it's starting to drive you just as crazy as his ego is.

So, one day, after taking verbal potshots at each other that wind up with Rolan giving a demonstration of a new spell he's learned... you decide to test his concentration. By any means necessary.

You also want to see just how far you can push the bratty wizard until he snaps.

AKA: You (Tav) tease Rolan until he can't take it anymore and you fuck on the floor. That's it. That's the fic.

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Snippet Below the Cut

“Rolan, for the last time, Spectres & Spectral Weave Incantations belongs in the Evocation section, not in the Necromancy section,” you chide, plucking the tome from the dusty shelf in Ramazith’s library to pass off to one of several mage hands that float animatedly around the room. The noonday sun streams in the stained-glass windows, and sorting books would be a wonderful, relaxing way to spend an afternoon up here, if it weren’t for the insufferably prickly tiefling wizard insistent on mucking up your carefully-curated organization strategy.

Rolan whips his head around from where he was rifling through books on a different shelf, letting out an irritated huff through his nose. “By Vivri Arevi? The necromancer?” he says, the emphasis on the last word reminding you much of how one would speak to a small child. The tone has your hackles raising already, but more than annoyance is the overwhelming desire to put this pompous arse in his place.

“Just because the author was a necromancer doesn’t mean all of her writings are classified as Necromancy,” you say, directing the mage hand to shelve the book in its proper place across the way, watching as Rolan’s honey-gold eyes follow the hand with annoyance. “Honestly, have you even read the thing? You’d know within the first few pages it’s clearly an Evocation text.”

“I don’t know what kind of time you think I have these days,” Rolan says with a scoff. “But between running the shop and re-organizing this disaster Lorroakan left, there’s little time left in the day to pour over obscure texts.”

“Obscure?” You snort, stepping down from the ladder you’ve been perched on to place your feet on the floor. “That’s a second-year text for students at Blackstaff. I think I could recite the prologue forwards and backwards. Honestly, Rolan, as talented as you are you’re remarkably under-read.”

It’s a cheap shot, sure, and Rolan’s tail thrashes as he glares at you. But after everything you’ve been through together, this kind of bantering is normal for the two of you, and you flash him a teasing grin, even if the gleam in your eyes is a little mean.

“Is that any way to speak to your master, Tav?” he shoots back at you, all sharp teeth and smug satisfaction. Oh. You’re playing ball today, alright.

As the de-facto ‘master’ of the tower, that makes you his apprentice. Although it’s more of an in-joke between the two of you rather than a true master-apprentice relationship. You taught at Blackstaff Academy before you were forcibly abducted by mindflayers and infected with a tadpole. Your abilities zapped, you were forced to save Faerun with little more than a first-year’s spell knowledge, and unfortunately, the full scope of your talents haven’t returned in the wake of the netherbrain’s defeat. You couldn’t very well go back to your old life as an instructor at your level, so you stayed in Baldur’s Gate, Rolan graciously offering you a place to stay at the tower in return for saving his and his siblings’ hides multiple times over.

 And so, on paper, you’re technically his apprentice, but it’s in name only. While your spellcasting abilities took a hit thanks to the tadpole, your knowledge certainly didn’t. Considering Rolan is entirely self-taught, you find yourself often teaching him things, when he’s not getting on your nerves or you’re not riling him up, that is. In fact, you’ve both grown as wizards in the last two months of working together, you in power and him in knowledge. It’s been an enjoyable working relationship, to say the least, and his company isn’t bad, either. You almost rather like living at the tower with him and his siblings; it’s less lonely than your solitary teacher’s dormitory back at Blackstaff, that’s for sure.

You eat dinner with him most nights, talking about all things arcane until your food’s gone cold and you’ve both sunk nearly a full bottle of wine. When Rolan isn’t trying to posture, isn’t trying to be the ‘best wizard in the realms’, he’s almost rather charming. You could even consider the two of you close friends.

But that doesn’t mean that Rolan, the bastard, won’t rub in your face that he’s your ‘master’ at any chance he gets.

Which is why it’s now become your hobby to knock this young brat down a few pegs each day.

It’s simply the natural order of things.

[cocogum]

Reassuring proof that the sadidas are very much alive and well in the Waven era:

In the Lance Dur webtoon, a sadida appeared in the 4th chapter called “The Sickness of Lance Dur”. Lance Dur is far older than the last time we saw him in Season 4, meaning that more than a decade had passed which was after the wave had happened. (Waven happens 10 years after the Wakfu era)

In Waven, if we look around on Astrub Island, we can see a female sadida gardener looking for some shrubs. Her quest info does not reveal her race but her skin complexion as well as her hair color matches the sadida race perfectly.

(this woman was looking for some sentient shrubs by the way...don't ask why...)

We also notice a male sadida and a female sadida eating together in an inn in Amakna.

One of Waven’s quests has Renate, an (iconic) sadida, asking you to help him with the smells of a temple. He is not only a sadida but is also a royal servant of Amalia.

Renate doesn't seem to be near Canar this time around but looks to be well. He’s even joined one of Waven’s four cardinal clans, which in his case, is the nature clan.

In Waven, we can see a small music sadida band playing in Amakna.

When we take a look at Waven’s emotes skin shop, we can see three Sadida god reaction stickers. If Sadida had lost his godly status (meaning if he died), then his stickers wouldn’t have been present in the shop. The emotes skin shop currently has three reaction stickers for Iop, Cra, Eniripsa, Ecaflip, Enutrof, Sram, Sadida, Xelor, Sacrier, and Feca.

*Reaction stickers are not available for Osamodas and Pandawa at the moment*

In the Bestiale teaser trailer, which is a show that will take place in Waven, two sadidas can be seen in the background when Yrehn, our osamodas main character, is visiting a market.

One of these sadidas, however, seems to be someone we already know: the one on the left is Chamberlain Thicktuft, the counsellor or advisor (?) of the Sadia kingdom. He appeared in every season (excluding Season 3) and has even been seen in The Great Wave manga attending the banquet for the male sadida and female eliatrope marriage.

So why is he in the Bestiale teaser? No idea.

Aside from the Sadida proof listing above, another thing people noticed were the cras in Waven. Or rather their weapons.

When we take a look at each cra and their types, none of their weapons remotely look like the ones we’ve seen in Wakfu or Dofus anymore. Back in Wakfu, the cras were in an alliance with the sadidas which is why their bows were primarily made of special wood. Evangelyne was a good example of this.

So when we compare Wakfu to Waven, the cras now have more than one choice of weapon :

Arcarius Paladir replaced their bows with a much more efficient trajectory leafy-like weapon.

Blunderbust have adopted a steampunk style and chose to use guns that shoot arrows.

Buneblade have abandoned long-range weapons of any format entirely and opted to use boomerangs instead.

Piven Bow might just be the only type we know who still uses the old cra style by keeping the bows. Their name even has the word “bow” in it.

Shaden Shiru just like the Buneblade, threw out the bows to use knuckle ring-looking weapons as their main source for fighting.

Zandiezer Zo relies on a stoned glove in the shape of a crossbow that can emit long-range shots.

Given that most cras have preferred using other weapons than the bow, this leaves us to speculate that the alliance between the cras and sadidas is indefinitely over and might have possibly ended after the Necrome war or a bit later.

Other than that, it’s reassuring to know that the sadidas have at least survived the great wave since the tree of life had to have been protected and now resides somewhere safe and hidden from the world.

Waven is currently in progress, so there is still a lot to discover and learn about what happened after the great wave struck. When more updates drop, there might also be more islands to explore which could reveal more about the sadidas’ situation.

[raviolirash]

Here is how I shot up to 81 (exceptional) Astarion approval way before the tiefling party playing a good character. Tired of seeing this "you need to be a mass murderer to get this guy to like you."

1) fuck around until you have 17-ish approval. There are many ways to do that which don't involve war crimes. Just be funny. Bully Raphael. Support Karlach.

17 approval starts the whole fuckin avalanche. Stay away from the goblin camp until further notice!

2) the bite scene should trigger. Say that you trust him and let him bite you. Make him stop the first chance you get. I know. I know.

3) controversial, but don't become his capri sun. The option that says something like "glad we could agree" right after he tells you that you have his word that he won't feed on innocents yields 5+ approval. Not at computer right nowcantcheck but you can figure it out. You get no approval for becoming his regular capri sun.

3.1) buy a hireling from Withers for him to eat (doesn't need to be in your party. They just stand there). Withers doesn't give a SHIT.

4) at this point you should be at 40-ish, causing the bang scene to trigger. Let him bite you. This should shoot it up to like 60.

5) there are lots of camp dialogues in-between all of this which let you gather extra approval points.

6) give him the necromancy of Thay. Let him open the barn door (that gives 5+ because he's a little freak)

7) baaaa at the redcaps who think they're sheep

[You are free to visit the goblin camp now. Seeing the cutscene about the absolute triggers the cutscene with the dream guardian, which once blocked the forest scene from happening completely lol]

8) let the Loviatar guy hit you a bit.

9) bully Volo

Boom.

[mintyisms]

Runescape Skilling Inspired Headcanons

Agility - How agile is your muse? Are they capable of acrobatic feats?

Archaeology - Does your muse have any interest in history? Is there a particular era or topic that they most enjoy learning about?

Attack - Does your muse have any sort of violent tendencies? Would they attack someone? Or are they more pacifistic? What would make them resort to violence?

Constitution - Does your muse take good care of their health? When was the last time they saw a doctor? Are they currently suffering from any chronic illnesses?

Construction - Is your muse the DIY type when it comes to home projects or do they pay someone to take care of everything? What kind of projects have they taken on before or what sort of projects would they want to start?

Cooking - How well can your muse cook? Do they have a favorite dish or type of cuisine to prepare? Would they rather cook dinner or go out to a restaurant?

Crafting - What are your muse's creative outlets? Would they ever consider turning those outlets into a business or would they rather keep them as a hobby?

Defense - How well is your muse able to defend themself in a physical fight? Do they have any sort of martial arts or fighting training?

Divination - How does your muse feel about psychics, mediums, and the like? Would they ever seek answers from one or trust answers they received?

Dungeoneering - Does your muse enjoy exploring? What was their favorite adventure or what place would they like to explore?

Farming - Does your muse have a green thumb or are they able to kill fake plants? Does growing their own produce appeal to them in anyway?

Firemaking - Does your muse have basic survival skills? How did they learn these skills? If dropped into the middle of nowhere, would they be able to survive and/or find their way home?

Fishing - Does your muse enjoy fishing? If so, do they have any favorite spots? Would they eat their catch or release it?

Fletching - Does your muse have any wood carving skills? If so, what kind of things do they like to carve? If not, would they like to learn?

Herblore - Does your muse trust traditional remedies or do they solely rely on modern medicine? Are they able to create or administer cures themself or do they rely on a professional?

Hunter - Is your muse a hunter? If so, what sort of game do they hunt and with what weapon? Do they have any moral stances on how hunting should be done?

Invention - How good is your muse at problem solving? Have they ever invented something to solve a problem they were having? Do they have any current ideas that they would like bring into the world? Would they keep their inventions private or share them with the world?

Magic - How does your muse feel about magic? Do they or would they wield it if they could? What sort of magic?

Mining - Is your muse used to physical labor? How do they feel about having to get their hands dirty?

Necromancy - Does your muse fear death, embrace it, or treat it with indifference? What do they believe happens when when we die?

Prayer - Is your muse religious or spiritual in any way? How do they feel about organized religion? Do they have any deeply held beliefs that are influenced by religion? Does faith play any sort of role in their life?

Ranging - Does your muse have any experience with shooting sports, such as archery, darts, or paintball? If not, do they have any interest in trying them out? Would they be any good?

Runecrafting - Does your muse have any items they believe hold some kind of magical power? What sort of power? Are they able to charge the item or is the power inherent to the item?

Slayer - Has your muse ever had to defeat a monster, real or imagined? What was the outcome? Knowing what they know now, would it be easier if they had to do it again?

Smithing - How does your muse handle heat? Do they overheat or catch chills more easily? Do they prefer to be warm or cold?

Strength - How strong is your muse? Did they come by this strength naturally or unnaturally (steroids, magic, technology, etc)? Which do they value more, mental or physical strength?

Summoning - Has your muse ever had a pet? Would they like to have one now if they don't currently have one? What type of pet are they most suited to?

Thieving - Has your muse ever stolen anything? Did they feel bad about it? Do they feel there are morally acceptable reasons to steal or is it a completely black and white issue?

Woodcutting - How concerned is your muse with taking care of the environment? Would they stand in harms way to protest things like logging or oil companies? What sort of things do they do in everyday life to help the environment, if anything?