#evie paladins

[blukiar]

My type? Twin-tails, unhinged and potentially MURDEROUS 

And by "My type" I mean "my automatic favorite character" (so don't get any funny ideas) Abby and Crybaby(melanie) gets bonus points for being goths 💜

This WAS meant to be a doodle, but demotivation came in at a certain point, which took this longer than it should have

(Edit: Finally added the separate versions!)

Time Lapse!

Song: “Dolls” by Bella Poarch

[bpdfav]

Evie from Paladins has Headcanon'd BPD!

I am out of Pre-Made stuff, gotta make some more now.

[nukacherrybrandedpowerarmor]

Evie's Wasteland Journal 03: What year is it?? Aren't we supposed to have progressed as a society in the 200+ years that I was frozen??

[deputyash]

Which D&D Class Does Your OC Belong To?

I was tagged by @cassietrn to do this quiz for my OCs! Thank you! :D

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @harmonyowl @derelictheretic @teamhawkeye @purplehairsecretlair @peachyaliien @ri-a-rose @redreart @statichvm @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @fuckin-nancy @wrathfl @isobel-thorm @adelaidedrubman @blissfulalchemist @direwombat @jacobseed @v0idbuggy @wrathfulrook @dumbassdep @nightwingshero @beemot

I also threw in some screenshots I got of BG3 Dovie because I can't resist making my darling in every game hehe :3 I also threw in Satine cause she's been on my mind too and may have a return via bg3.

Paladin

You are a Paladin, a warrior sworn to an Oath, whether it be to a god, a king, an ideology or oneself. As a divine soldier, you are well equipped to strike down evil, but must follow a code of your choosing to retain this power. While you are limited somewhat by these bonds, you are also the most driven and determined member of your group.

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Sorcerer

You are a Sorcerer, a mage granted powers through your bloodline or a strange event in your past. Like your magic, you are wild and untamed, and tend to excel at whatever you dedicate yourself to most. While you lack the temperament of more studied casters, you make up for it with passion and courage.

Fighter

You are a Fighter, a warrior trained in all forms of combat. While you may not want to solve every problem with violence, it is certainly what you are best at. You are a natural leader but can be single-minded when faced with a problem, which is why humility and friendship may be your greatest weapons.

Warlock

You are a Warlock, a spellcaster given powers via a more powerful entity. The circumstances of this pact determine who you are, but all Warlocks are willing to seek out power and lore in service of their patron. You may be a bit lost in your own head at times, but only because you have so many thoughts, and your words can move mountains.

[writing-with-kieran]

Basic OC Stuff

I’m making this on mobile so the formatting might be weird

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Evie, Kingsley, and August are the main characters of my story!!!

Evie - Evie is a, in D&D terms, shadow magic sorcerer and a yuan-ti….ish. She can choose to have either legs or a snake tail, and prefers to have the tail. Her class used to be a “divine soul”, but then something happened to her! She starts off the story as a divine soul sorcerer, and then something happens that shifts her sorcerous abilities. She is not a great person but is trying her best to be one.

August - In D&D terms, August would be an Eloquence Bard/Hexblade Warlock, and his race would be…close to elf? He’s if an aasimar-elf had a baby with a half-elf-tiefling. Very divine cosmos origins, with a hint of elf. He’s conniving, manipulative, and extremely sociable. He’s also decidedly not a good person.

Kingsley - Sticking with the trend, in D&D terms, Kingsley is a Redemption Paladin (who later turns into a Vengeance Paladin), and his race is mainly human, with traces of tiefling and orc. He’s a big beefy soldier, and he’s extremely one track minded. He was a great bodyguard, and he’s an even more ruthless revenge-based hunter. Kingsley is a morally grey person who does not acknowledge that any of his actions may be bad (as opposed to, say, August, who knows he’s doing bad).

“Evie” Ill Sssolissiana and Kingsley were friends first before a world-shattering run-in with Augustus Mistral (the second), of renowned literary fame. My world has them exploring their new dynamic, becoming a tight adventuring party, and then having an incident that kinda threatens all of that. They’re so silly and I love thinking about how they destroy each other constantly <333

You may be noticing (if you’ve gotten this far): “but kieran, they’re all charisma casters! that’s not very balanced of you!” and to that i say,

I did that on purpose

These characters are all charismatic in very different ways, and they break each other in very different ways. I’m gonna go more into detail about that on another post.

Anyways, the inciting incident involves a girl named Ophelia Holland, and that’s all I’ll say for now… :3

also don’t look at the tags if u can help it, theres 30 of them (i want someone to see my ocs lolssss)

[hexingart]

like yea I've had DMPCs before but Liadra was my first one in Pathfinder so she's got a special place in my heart.

All her wildshapes have little cheek feathers and scarring for matchies.

[gamer2002]

I no longer play Paladins, but giving Evie 100 more health is WTF

[anthr-obi]

I did this about 5 years ago when I was playing a lot of Paladins. Lately, I remembered I had this Merrymaker Evie sketch somewhere in my files and decided it’s worth redoing. Fits with the holiday mood. Maybe I’ll show you the old version but it’s embarrassingly bad lmao

[negaarmax]

Mi primer dibujo con contenido NSFW y que mejor haciendolo con Evie el personaje que me hizo adicto a Paladins, les dejo las variantes y los renders en mi Patreon https://www.patreon.com/posts/74248570 Espero les guste. mis redes sociales https://linktr.ee/NEGAARMAX

[blukiar]

There's no limit to what a thief will steal, and love is no exception! Happy International Chocolate day! Otherwise known as Valentine's Day! 

 A little surprise Maeve x Evie doodle for this special occasion <3

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Evie (Ace!Tav) Playthrough Day 4

(I love Evie in this fit)

Day 1… Day 3- Day 5

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

For the uninitiated, I wrote a Tav well before I ever had a chance to play the game. Now, I finally can and thought it might be fun for my first play through to be as that Tav. Or, at least as much as the game play will allow me.

These are just some of my notes and scattered highlights that I thought would be fun to share.

Let me know if you think if I should continue this and any suggestions you might have.

So much happened you guys holy shit!!!

Technically this is a combination of two days, since I didn't have time last night and figured I'd wait until after I played some more today (there is just so much of this game I feel like two hour sessions barely scratch the surface)

First off, it took me way too long to figure out how to deactivate the traps in the back cavern in the Emerald Grove

Legitimately nearly died twice; if it weren't for my saves I would have

Not ashamed to admit, I needed to google it; I have never claimed to be a "gamer"

Still got it sorted (and if anybody knows how to get to that center bit in the middle of the cavern, please let me know)

After that decided to go after best girl Karlach

Ran into the Owl Bear cave first and I am upset

I *really* didn't want to kill the Owl Bear mama, but even with non-lethal damage the cub still eats it's mother; seems like it all is the same in the end

I'm now thinking more and more that Evie and Shadowheart get to be good friends; Evie takes a more benefit of the doubt approach to people, and I don't think she knows enough about the Gods and Shar specifically to have many thoughts on the subject

I've been purposefully handing all the books and other info to whoever else is there so Evie doesn't get the info from reading

Lae'zel and Shadowheart are also majorly at each other's throats in the first act

Lae'zel also would not be a fan of Evie; Evie comparatively talks way too much for Lae'zel's taste (+11 to Persuasion will do that to a person) (did I mention I love bards)

Did eventually get to Karlach and she's so great guys! I knew I was going to love her, but I *love* her

She deserves to wreck the Paladins of Tyr hide out, as a treat

(That one bitch was giving me so much trouble, thank God for Wyll's Eldritch Blast or we would have been spending all our actions just trying to keep up)

I am once again faced with not being able to punch a ginger bitch because of *consequences*

Also, I hate all the options they give you when talking to Wyll after he's transformed into a devil

None of this is what Evie would say to him!

Either way though, I am secure in the fact that Wyll would like Evie (even if he's not a fan of her trust in Astarion)

So, one long rest later and we're heading towards the Blighted Villiage; Astarion, Gale and Karlach in toe

Came across the boar and Astarion really is so suspicious

I also think at this point Astarion really doesn't know what to make of Evie; placing her in category bleeding heart no doubt and not certain of her abilities

She's a good talker, as she's able to convince the goblins to let them pass without a fight

On the other hand, she did assists Gale with his little problem, sacrificing a necklace of Dancing Lights

Also it doesn't help that she was nice to a gnome

I think what starts to change his mind though is when they meet Raphael on the road

I really do wish you could give Gur as a background, because even if Evie didn't grow up in the caravan, I do think just culturally she'd pick up on stuff

Not trusting devils I'm sure is top of the list

I wasn't expecting to have Evie so viscerally mistrusting of Raphael, but it felt right to play it that way

I'm not sure who he'd remind her of in her past, but I do think there is something beyond just him being a devil that rubs her the wrong way

Either way, her rejection of a devil's bargain that would not only enslave her, but likely them as well, even in exchange for a cure does re-color some things

Not sure where to insert this in the grand scheme of the narrative, but Evie did let Astarion open the door on the orger and hobgoblin

Evie's talking did not help in this situation

I know the narrative makes it clear what's happening, but I'm thinking Evie might have had a random ace blind spot moment

Like she's not totally naive about sex, but when it's usually the last thing on your mind (and you just talked with a devil), it's not the first thing you picture at the sound of banging

Not her smoothest moment; (honestly the sudden violence is a god send for everyone not to ask her more questions about it)

Either way, went back to the grove with some of the infernal iron and got Karlach stabilized at least

I love Karlach and Wyll's friendship, I support wholesome ships; low key starting to ship her with Dammon though

He's real cute, Karlach deserves a nice guy, and you know he'd roll with the punches

Another long rest later and we're here

The scene

I've been thinking about the build up to this scene

Obviously we know in origins it's after Astarion has a vision of Cazador and wanting to push the limits of his new found freedom by going against one of his rules

But I keep coming back to why Evie

Astarion can likely smell something being wrong with Gale's blood, Wyll just turned into a devil and would likely kill him, Karlach's blood is literal fire, and Lae'zel would also absolutely kill him

That leaves Shadowheart and Evie

Shadowheart is a big question mark to him; she follows Shar, maybe she might even like being bitten

But then there's Evie who has shown time and time again that she wants to help

This is about survival after all, and it would only be a taste

IDK, exploring it; add it to the list of possible future fics

But Evie obviously does wake up and does allow Astarion to bite her

As for Evie's motivations as to why, yes, Astarion is a prickly bastard, but he's in the same boat as the rest of them

If he wanted to hurt them, surely he would have done it by now

She recognizes the look in his eyes, Gods know she's worn it enough; the man is starving, the fact he hasn't done anything until now says a lot

This is definitely the shift in her and Astarion's relationship where they start to actually warm up to each other

So next morning gang wakes up, Evie stands up to Astarion saying she trusts him and heads out again towards the goblin camp; Shadowheart, Astarion and Lae'zel in toe

So Evie's current standing with the party;

Gale has disclosed his condition and gotten the first magical item; high rating with Evie, thinks of her as somebody who he can not only trust, but as someone who has shown bravery and true kindness (not to mention eloquence); maybe starting to form an...appreciation

Wyll has turned into a devil and certainly likes Evie, but maybe a little doubtful in her trust in Astarion and some dealings with the goblins

Shadowheart; genuinely trusts Evie as she's revealed her ambitions as a follower of Shar, and used the artifact in front of Evie in order to protect them from the influence of The Absolute (also might be starting to crush on her, but Evie has not been taking the opportunity to flirt)

Karlach: too soon to tell, but seems like a good person

Lae'zel: not a fan, too weak willed and doesn't know her place; talks too much

Astarion; unsure, certainly knows he can trust her now, to an extent; still too much of a bleeding heart, but then again, it's helped him; at the very least she knows to draw the line with devils and willing to kill to stay alive, over all a fair ally to have

Oh! I can't believe I forgot about my new best boy!

Scratch!

[catierambles]

ya know, playing through Fallout 76 in my own way makes me think of Fallout 4 and all the hours I spent in that game. Especially now as I'm getting to the Brotherhood of Steel questline. Dug this up from my google docs. It's not finished. It was supposed to be Paladin Danse smut (because I love him) but it turned into slow burn and mutual longing. anyway, here ya go. It's not titled and like I said, unfinished.

The loft in Goodneighbor was startlingly clean compared to the outside settlement. Evelyn slid off her Recon overcoat and hung it up on a hook on the wall before heading into the kitchen.

“You want anything, Paladin?” She asked and she opened the fridge and looked inside. There was silence and she closed the fridge, looking at the Brotherhood of Steel Paladin standing in the doorway, looking around him as if in a daze. “Danse?”

“What?” He asked like he had finally noticed her.

“You want something to eat or drink?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Not right now, thank you Knight.” He said.

“We’re not on duty, Danse, you can call me Evie.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Knight.” He said and she sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned away and back to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of Gwinnet stout from the fridge and twisting off the cap.

Danse watched her as she took a pull from the beer, his eyes going to the neatly made bed across the room. The Recon under armor hugged her slim yet muscular physique like a glove, the fabric sliding over the muscles of her thighs as she climbed the spiral staircase to the upper level.

“Danse!” He looked up, seeing her leaning over the railing. “Get up here.” She said, jerking her head at him and he set his rifle down on the desk by the door, heading up the stairs. There were several stations set up for weapons and armor, a toolbox and a few crates pushed against the walls keeping everything tidy. A metal footed bathtub was in one corner with a shower spigot above it, the privacy curtain pushed to one side. Simple beds were on the other side of the room, obviously for guests. “Strip.” His attention snapped to her, seeing her with her arms crossed over her chest.

“What?” He asked.

“Strip.” She said again, going over to the tub and turning on the water, her hand under it to check the temperature, “I mean it, Danse, you’re filthy.” Seemingly satisfied, she dropped the stopper into the drain. “I was married, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” Still, he hesitated. While the idea of finally getting clean was enticing, the fact that he would be stripping down in front of Evelyn gave him pause. It’s not as if he was uncomfortable around her, quite the opposite actually, it was the fact that he was too comfortable with her.

Despite having only woken up a few months ago from being frozen for 200 years to find her world destroyed, she handled everything the Commonwealth threw at her with strength and grace. Normally, he was guarded around people he had only recently met, Brotherhood or not, waiting to see their intentions and motivations. The moment she had waded into that pack of ferals attacking the Police Station, everything fell into place. They had moved around each other seamlessly, not getting into each other's way despite the fact that they had never fought together before.

With a sigh, he started to remove his armor plating, having swapped his power armor for the black BoS Officer under suit and combat armor back at the Airport. He needed the added mobility when doing patrols with her as the Commonwealth wasn’t nearly as open as the Capital Wasteland. She gave a whistle as he started to remove his gloves and boots.

“Stop.” He said, his cheeks heating and she chuckled.

“Sorry.”

“Can you--turn around?” He asked and she arched a brow at him, but did as he asked, turning her back on him as he removed his suit and skivvies. The tub was full of gently steaming water and he turned off the flow, stepping into the water and shuddering at the pleasing warmth. He couldn’t stop the groan from leaving his lips as he sank down and he could almost feel the dirt and grime start to lift from his skin.

“Settled?” She asked.

“Yes.” He said and he heard her boots on the floor as she came closer. “I can bathe myself.”

“I’m not washing you, Paladin, I’m not your mother.” She said as she knelt and he almost heard the eye roll, “But you are in desperate need of a haircut and I don’t trust you to do it yourself and not cut an ear off.”

“Have you cut hair before?” He asked and there was a pause.

“I kept Nate’s neat before we left the service.” She said finally. Nate was still a sore subject with her, something she didn’t like to talk about. Danse had been there at the Memory Den several days prior when she had gone into the lounger, hoping to see a happy memory of her late husband...only to relive his murder and the kidnapping of her baby. He had watched helpless as she almost clawed her way out of the pod, collapsing onto the floor in racking sobs. Irma held her as she cried, rubbing her back and keeping her hair out of her face as she emptied her stomach into a trashcan. The only thing he could really do was hand her his canteen when she was finished.

There was a bar of soap and a washcloth in reaching distance and he grabbed it, wetting the cloth and lathering it with soap, setting the bar aside before starting to scrub along his arms and chest. Layers of dirt, dust, sweat, and grime were washed away revealing pale, if somewhat a bit ruddy, skin. Evelyn took the cloth from him and pressed on his shoulder, instructing him to lean forward as she washed his back and shoulders before scrubbing behind his ears.

“I thought you said you weren’t my mother.” He said, teasing and she flicked his ear making him smile. “I’m going to stand.” He said and heard her get to her feet behind him.

“Wash your hair while you’re at it, and wash it good.” With a peek over his shoulder, he saw her with her back to him and he lifted the plug with his toe, letting the tub start to drain as he washed the rest of himself, making sure to get all hidden areas after scrubbing his face. He let the cloth drop down into the tub as he turned on the shower, ducking his head under the water. His hair was dirty so much that it was nearly water resistant and it took some jostling with his fingers to get it wet, the water moving down his skin and rinsing away the soap as he reached for the shampoo, pouring a good amount into his palm and working it through the thick black locks.

Evelyn looked over her shoulder as he bathed and she nearly groaned at the sight of his back and shoulders, muscles cording and bunching as he washed his hair. Her eyes followed the suds as they traced down his back, diverging over trim hips. He moved to turn around and she looked forward again, not wanting to get caught staring at him. She should have just gone back downstairs and given him privacy. Why hadn’t she just gone back downstairs, damnit?

This was Danse. Proper, by-the-book, lives and breathes Brotherhood, Danse. Fun to look at, but that was all that would happen. He probably didn’t even see her that way, seeing a fellow soldier and not a woman.

She rolled her neck, sighing gently as it popped.

Danse watched her as he washed his hair, seeing as she fidgeted almost nervously and he could see the red tint to her ears and the back of her neck. Was she blushing? She was close enough that all he had to do was reach out and touch her, brush the red curls away from her neck. He wondered how she would react if he went behind her and pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, his hand at her waist. Would she turn around and smack him? Or would she sink into his touch? The sigh that left her as she popped her neck nearly made him move but he shook himself out of it, ducking his head under the water and rinsing the shampoo out. Making sure he was completely rinsed off, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the shelf next to the shower, wrapping it around his hips.

“Done.” He said and she turned around, her eyes moving over him quickly.

“Feels better, doesn’t it?” She asked and he nodded.

“Much.” He said and watched as she pulled over a chair, grabbing a towel and a pair of scissors along with a comb on her way back.

“Sit.” She said and he obeyed without hesitation this time, sitting down and adjusting the towel. She started to dry his hair some, squeezing the majority of water out with the towel before setting the towel across his shoulders and starting to comb through his hair. He felt the first cut of the scissors, following her gentle instructions as she removed the growth that had accumulated over the last few months he had been in the Commonwealth. “Don’t move.” She said and there was a click of a knife being extended. The blade scraped along the sides of his head, cutting the hair down even further but not completely.

Her hand held the side of his neck and his eyes closed, getting lost in the feeling of her fingers moving over his scalp as she checked her work on one side before moving to the other. Her fingertips dragged over the stubble left behind and he shivered, his head bowing as she trimmed the back of his neck. The knife was collapsed and she went to the front, leaning over and close to him as her eyes moved over his hair, a furrow between her brows. Her nails moved over the edges as she checked they were even before she ran her fingers through the length she kept on top.

“Much better.” She said with a smile and her eyes met his. “Take a look.” She said standing quickly and he cleared his throat, keeping the towel secured around his hips as he stood, going over to the mirror.

“Not bad.” He said, running his fingers through his hair. “Definitely feels better. I’m going to rinse off, get this hair off me before it starts to itch.”

“I’ll be downstairs. Yell if you need anything.” She grabbed her beer from where she had set it down and took a long drink from it as she went back downstairs. He let the towel drop from his hips and carefully removed the one from his shoulders, trying not to spill too much of the hair that had fallen.

The water was still pleasantly warm when he stepped under the spray after turning it on again and he ran his fingers through his newly shorn hair, scrubbing with his fingertips over the stubble to get any loose strands free. He probably should trim his beard too, get it neatened at least, but it wasn’t too bad currently. Danse was never really able to grow more than an exaggerated 5 o’clock shadow, no matter how long he left it.

Sufficiently rinsed, he toweled off and eyed the undersuit he had thrown over the fainting couch against one wall, not really looking forward to sliding back into it now that he was clean.

“Evelyn?” He called down the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any spare clothes that might fit me?”

“Uhhhhh check the footlocker by the guest beds. I have a friend who’s about your size that crashes here when he’s in town.” She said and he arched a brow at that.

“A friend?” He asked as he went over to the footlocker, opening it up and seeing plain shirts and jeans inside.

“Yeah, Danse. Believe it or not, I have friends outside the Brotherhood. I wasn’t fresh out the Vault when we met.” He could hear the smile in her voice and he snorted. The t-shirt was a little tight around the shoulders and the jeans were a tad short but everything fit him well enough.

“So who’s this friend?” He asked as he walked barefoot down the stairs, seeing her sitting up on the counter in the kitchen.

“Name’s Deacon, he...found me right after I left the Vault, helped me get acclimated. Trust me, the first couple of days weren’t pretty.” Her expression had dimmed and he decided to drop it, not wanting to make her recall anything unpleasant. She rolled the bottle between her palms a couple times before setting it on the counter next to her, hopping down to her feet. “You look good in civies, Danse.”

“Don’t wear them often.” He admitted and she went up to him.

“Really.” She said, “Relaxed is a good look for you. You should wear it more often.” She was close enough that he could smell the beer on her breath, see the different shades of brown in her eyes. How would she react if he simply leaned in and...

The clearing of a throat had them pulling away from each other.

“Hey, Mac.” She said, seeing MacCready in the doorway to the elevator.

“Bad time?” He asked.

“No, what’s up?” She asked, Danse heading back up the stairs.

“Hancock wants to talk to you.” He said, “Really, if this is a bad time, I can come back.”

“Robert, it’s fine. Danse,” She leaned into the stairway, “I’ll be back in a bit, make yourself comfortable. There’s a laundromat down the street by the Rexford if you want to get your suit clean, spare card to the loft is in the desk.”

“Noted.” He said, starting to gather up his dirty clothes.

“That was Danse?” MacCready asked.

“Yeah, amazing what a shower and a haircut will do to someone.” Evelyn said and there was the sound of the elevator doors closing.

Danse had to admit, he didn’t like seeing so many ghouls in one place. His undersuit and skivvies were shoved into a canvas bag over his shoulder and he walked down the street towards the Rexford, his sidearm on his thigh and his boots back on his feet.

There was another ghoul behind the counter of the laundromat thumbing through an old magazine when he pushed his way through the door, the bell above tinkling.

“Ten caps for ten tokens, washer and dryer are 4 tokens each, two tokens for detergent.” She said without looking up and he went to the counter, handing over ten caps from his pocket and getting the tokens in return. “You’re that Brotherhood Paladin, right? Came to town with Evie?”

“Yes.” He said, going over to the dispenser and putting the tokens into the tray, pushing it in and pulling out, a bag of powdered detergent dropping down the chute. “You know Knight Reynolds?”

“Knight, huh? Yeah, she came into town with a friend of Hancock’s. “Settled” a dispute with some scumbag shaking down newcomers.”

“Settled?” He asked, looking over at her with a perked brow.

“Well, she knows how to use that gun on her hip. Made an impression on the Mayor and he welcomed her to Goodneighbor.” She said, “Been living in the late scumbags loft ever since.”

“Wondering how she got that.”

“He ain’t using it anymore, that’s for certain.” She said, “How’d she join up with your lot?” Danse paused as he added the detergent into the drum of the washing machine.

“She helped my squad and I out with a pack of ferals, lent a hand with a couple other missions I can’t talk about, and decided to join up with the Brotherhood.” He said as he started the machine.

“That simple, huh?”

“That simple.” Danse said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You know she’s pre-war, right?” The ghoul asked and he nodded slowly. “Shocked the hell out of us pre-war ghouls.”

“She was military.” Danse said, “JAG officer, military lawyer.”

“She told us when we were all sharing stories and beers.” She said, “Good to talk to someone about the old days. I hope she finds her baby.”

“We’re working on it; have some leads that I can’t talk about.”

“I gotcha.” She said, “She doing something for Hancock?”

“Macready said he had something for her to do.”

“Ain’t going to be neat, whatever it is.”

“What do you mean?”

“Evie has a...reputation around Goodneighbor when it comes to the job that Hancock gives her. Nothing bad, but you don’t want to cross Hancock if you don’t want Evie going after you.”

“She’s his enforcer?” Danse asked with a scowl and the ghoul shrugged.

“More like a one-woman wet works team.” She said, “You hear stories of her going into buildings and leaving a lot of bodies behind, clearing out warehouses and gang hide-outs, that kind of thing. She doesn’t go after ordinary citizens, only people who think they can take over Goodneighbor and not by asking nicely.”

“She saves lives by taking lives.”

“Sounds like it. She’d also hate that we’re talking about her behind her back. Bugs the hell out of her.” She said and Danse snorted.

“She doesn’t really talk about herself with the Brotherhood and I’ve got time before my clothes are done, feel like swapping stories?”

“You okay talking with a ghoul?”

“Have been so far, haven’t I?” He asked and she gave a lop-sided grin that stretched her scarred face.

Evie was back in the loft when he returned with his cleaned clothes.

“That was fast.” He said and she didn’t respond. “Evelyn?”

“Hmm?” She asked, looking up at him from her seat on the bed.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, Danse, everything is fine.”

“Something you want to talk about?”

“Hancock had a lead on who killed my husband. Turns out the memory den chairs record memories for purposes I won’t go into. He pried, Irma showed, and he recognized the bastard.”

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Maira Live Reacts!

Read a fic, had some thoughts... Bon appetit.

About a quarter of the way through Descendants of Cyrano by the fantastic @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels I decided to write notes in a kind of live-reaction reading.

Mads, this is for you. Thank you for writing this amazing fic. ❤️

(Spoilers within, read at your own risk!)

I meant to save this as a draft as I was worried about posting it, but Technology™️ intervened, so, here it is? I guess?

Me: *reads scene (Imbolc loves Atton to the core)*

*literally throws phone (It's fine, there was a pillow)*

Me: Fuck me dead, he did not just-

My fiancé: Fic?

Me: Fic. Christ.

*~*

*me reading the scene from between my fingers a la Chimney*

Me: I can't I can't I can't

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Me, to my cat who is asleep on my lap: Evie, boys are dumb.

Evie: *twitches ear*

Me: I'm so glad you agree.

*~*

*the session after The Sexting*

Me: Oh MY god.

Me: Just... come on.

*~*

*after the in-game fight, when Buck comes over*

Me: OH! MY! GOD! YOU! BOTH! LOVE! EACH! OTHER! JUST! SAY! IT! AAAAAH!

*~*

'There's not point in going only halfway to Hell' Me: Boy, you ain't wrong, damn. Get it.

*~*

Me, after the blowjob against the wall scene, literally face-palming over Buck thinking EDDIE ONLY DID IT IN CHARACTER FOR THE GAME like, baby honey sweetie... No.

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... You realise you both admitted you had to 'clean up' after that, right? Right?!

*~*

*hits them both (lovingly) with a clue-by-four* Y'ALL!

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"Can I kill him?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

🤣

I can hear Bobby's deadpan delivery and it is *chef's kiss*

*~*

... Crossroad's demon? Really?

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*Eddie's speech to the Wives of Hell*

Me:... No, no, I'm fine, I'm not sobbing, it's cool.

Me: Oh, no, it's getting too real, oh, gods.

Me: FUCK YES A NAT 20!

*~*

Xedgin called, they want their paladin back.

*~*

*panicking at the thought of the 118 breaking up because of retirement or other captaincies and knowing those are good reasons but still wanting to cry*

*~*

Gold star for that reference indeed.

*~*

'Marry me.'

Me: What the FU-

Evie: *in cat* Mother, do stop yelling, I am sleeping.

Jesus H Christ, Mads, I can't believe you actually went through this as an actual campaign and SURVIVED, my god.

*~*

*keeps reading*

*squeaks at how much they fucking love each other*

*~*

Y'all we're in this temple for the wedding and I'm waiting for one of them to straight up go 'I can't do this' and walk out of the game because it hurts too much and they want it to be real.

*~*

BOBBY MADE POPCORN! 🤣

*~*

Simultaneously weeping and giving heart eyes and feeling my heart break because Eddie thinks he doesn't deserve to say this IRL.

*~*

Oh, Eddie Diaz, my beloved.

(Could say that about the whole fic, but, specifically here)

*~*

'He was bound to slip up' oh this bodes well.

*~*

*gasps* Oh nooooo.

*~*

OH SNAP!

*~*

My boy Eddie Diaz, y'all. I'm so proud.

*~*

I take it back, I choked on my tea when he said the core line TO BUCK IRL I WAS NOT PREPARED!

*~*

“If you say intelligence was my dump stat…”

🤣

*~*

Okay the 'so hot it's almost cold' thing? I get that too, and the one person I told gaslit me about it, saying it was impossible and I was making it up, so I never told anyone again and now I am Holt from B99 yelling vindication! dot gif.

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THAT REVEAL! *dies laughing*

*~*

Seriously, can't stop cackling.

*~*

Watching Chimney have an aneurysm shouldn't be this entertaining.

*~*

Ofc Bobby figured it out, he's the real MVP.

*~*

My heart, right in the feels, damn.

*~*

Fucking great last line.

*~*

And oh good, your friends admitted it, thank all the gods.

*~*

[galeorderbride]

Meet my Tav

*one of my tavs, but my fave as of now*

Name: Eclavrene (Evie) Arkenafin

Race: Seldarine Drow

Class: Wild Magic Sorcerer

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality pros: introspective, humorous, passionate, friendly, courageous

Personality cons: self conscious, easily frustrated/angry, stuck in her past, indecisive.

Unique traits: Evie is blind in one eye with many burn scars, from a particularly severe run in with Drow.

Story: formerly a powerful sorcerer in the serve of Lloth, Eclavrene became Evie once she left Menzoberranzan and eloped with a half elf Paladin of Lathander named Loethyr. In the eight years of their marriage, Evie’s mother, a powerful Matriarch, never stopped hunting for her only daughter.

After her mother’s scouts assassinate Loethyr, Evie goes on the road, bouncing from place to place and killing every Drow that tries to find her. Until, as she’s hiding from a group of scouts near Amn, she is whisked away by the nautiloid and tadpoled.

During her adventure fighting the rise of the Absolute and her own villains, she gains a best friend in Shadowheart, as both of them grapple with their escape from control of a dark goddess.

Finally, she falls into a romance with the witty, verbose wizard Gale Dekarios, always ready and willing to fight at her side and help get her through the grief she was never able to reconcile with on her own.

[luniidae]

EVLIATHANE

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Let me introduce you to one of my Tav's:

Evliathane (or Evy), my high-elf vengeance paladin (and Oathbreaker cuz durge 😂).

She's a reference to my very first DnD character.

[greymouse42]

@groovyaviator I, a fool, hit the wrong button on an ask several days ago and it was lost to the ether but you DID, I believe, ask for 17 for Mal & Hem!

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with him

Teasing out the Mal bits of the JanMal playlist was a really fun exercise. I am...!! Not over how badly the lyrics to Ohio hurt me!!

Also this image from the Pinterest board is a Mal touchstone for me, and I hope (fear) that the Handler messes Mal up real bad about it in the prequel game:

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

I apparently mostly make ship playlists, so teasing the Hem parts of my BG3 Tav/Astarion Sad!Paladin playlist was also really fun.

It's not a quote, but this image from Hemlock's mood board is everything to me:

Just, like, the mundane holiness of it...

I beliiiiiieve you also asked 31 for Evie—

31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?

Honestly it'd probably look a lot like this blog, OR she'd run a fairly popular gimmick blog about carp spotting that she'd break character on by posting something cryptic and absurd a la old-friends-senior-dog-sanctuary before never being heard from again.