#i have the urge to make this a magic item in one of my games

[nerds-of-the-random-fandoms]

It's just a lil fella

everyone loves Predynastic Egyptian Terracotta Bowl with Human Feet. shout-out to a real one

[jasina85]

✶ oc deep dive tag game: Olivia Heller-Adams, Dragon of Philadelphia, doctor of cardiology.

Tzimisce -🐉- 11th Generation - 🩸- Koldun -🔥- Neonate

- what common/uncommon fear do they have?

Olivia used to fear death a lot, or more specifically, dying alone. Being a terminally ill orphan and having difficulty making connections meant that fear drove her for the majority of her life. She never really considered immortality though. She always put her hopes in medicine and getting a heart transplant.

Now though, she fears hurting people she cares about without realizing it. Her Beast is an insidious thing that wants to own and control everything and everyone in her life, and it can sometimes be difficult for her to tell when her Beast is giving her a nudge.

- do they have any pet peeves?

She hates people who are both self-righteous and condescending, and those who refuse to acknowledge the achievements of others. Especially that last one, since she got to be on the receiving end of it a lot during her time with the Camarilla.

- what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Her wedding photo, a lot of yarn, and her favorite plushie (which she made herself when she was younger).

- what do they notice first in a person?

While it may be a shallow answer - their clothes. Olivia's not that great at reading people, so she tries her best to compensate with trying to gleam something about a person by how they dress. Quickly followed by - are they a threat to me and my loved ones?

- on a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

A solid 8 or 9, I think. Between discovering she's a bit of a masochist after her Embrace, and joining the Bahari, Olivia's no stranger to receiving pain and learning from it (and taking pleasure in it, of course).

- do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Fight. She's yet to find herself in a combat scenario where she felt the overwhelming urge to run away. The Dragon has claws, and by the Goddess, she's not afraid to use them. When her life is not directly threatened however? She has to actively resist the urge to run away, if she believes she's hurting, or might hurt, someone she cares about (Bahari rituals notwithstanding, obviously). She did run away once, after nearly lashing out and being this close to diablerizing her then-girlfriend, now-wife, and she still hasn't truly forgiven herself for it.

- what animal represents them best?

Dog. She's loyal to a fault, and she will fight to the death (preferably of whoever is trying to start shit) to protect her wife. And her other partners. And friends. She considers quite a few people to be under her protection.

- how would a stranger likely describe them?

Very formal, polite, possibly stuck up. In public, she likes to stand on ceremony. Her softer, more emotional side doesn't really go on display around strangers. "Hey wait a minute, doesn't she kinda look like Dracula?"

- do they have any hobbies?

Fiber arts! She loves knitting and crochet. Her craft corner is full of yarn of so many colors. She also enjoys gardening with her wife, and runs a blog where she talks about fiber arts and magic (in a non-masquerade-violating way, of course).

Thank you @findingtarshish for tagging me into this! Seeing as a lot of people got tagged already, I'm not gonna tag anyone in particular, feel free to simply hop in!

Dividers by @diableriedoll !

[omgshiftercat]

BG3 Blogging: Karlach on the Beach

I had to replay a lot of this campaign twice: once after having realized I'd missed the tiefling party (and all the important character interaction therein), and later because of the huge Patch 7 update making old mods unusable.

But hey, more replay means more details to observe.

Stuff I noticed upon deciding not to skip the opening cinematic: the very first thing we see is an engraving of a huge brain, with an illithid standing in front of it in an authoritative pose, and a lot of humanoids bowing before it. I don't think this mural is actually on the nautiloid ship, though: you can find it in the illithid colony under Moonrise Towers.

One of the rune slates you can pick up on the nautiloid ship mentions an individual not connected to the overmind, and advises caution.

Also, one of the victims on board the ship is wearing what we later find out to be an amulet of the Absolute.

I'm not sure how randomized the book drops are, but while going through the "starter dungeon" near the beach this time I got, like, six copies each of The Curse of the Vampyr, The Unclaimed (about a Sharran who sacrificed her entire mind to her goddess and got nothing for it), and that one with short interviews about Bhaalspawn (a hint about the Dark Urge, and also telling a bit of the story of BG2).

I get it, Withers, you're dropping hints about some of the companions.

Even before I got the mod to show Origin-specific dialogue, you can often tell which options are Karlach's because of how sweary they are. Which... relatable.

As I mentioned, I did a lot of rambling on Discord about this game. I'll be indicating my friends' input with animal emoji.

Me: The Infernal script on Karlach's horn reads: "My champion, the Demonsbane. My blood is her strength."

🐇: The other horn says, "Property of Zariel. If found, please return to #3 Zariel Way, Avernus, Hell." Me: Thankfully, that's the horn that got broken off.

Apparently the default subclass for Karlach is Wildheart, but that doesn't make much sense to me. "your powers come from your strong bond with nature"? She's a city girl who became the Fury of Avernus. Where's the nature? Previously I went the Wild Magic route, but didn't find it all that useful. (Protective Lights? Great! Vines that entangle everyone but her? Less great.) This time I went with Berserker, so she can knock people down by hurling random items at them.

This means I'm mostly relying on Wyll to hear the animal dialogue, but 🤷‍♀️. Me: ...Ok, now I want someone to do a video of Karlach yelling "SPOOOOOOOOON!" like the Tick before she yeets a spoon at someone. 🐍: Which spoon? Is it the eyeball spoon? Me: BG3 does not have eyeball spoons! It has eyeball knitting needles!

[wildwinterlunas]

I want to share what the dynamics of my BG3 party with my character, since I've nearly finished ACT 1. I will probably do this at the end of every act cause I am so excited to see how all these dynamics develop.

(Slight Spoilers for BG3 ACT 1)

Medea - My Durge character, often goes with the diplomatic approach, she's charismatic and hides her urges well (except with Alfira but everyone thinks it the tadpole). I'll probably make a separate post going into detail, this is more just to give context

Shadowheart - Second person Medea met, saved her from the Nautiloid, they both have an insane amount of trust in each other. Romance is also blooming between them. With Medea as the leader of the party, you could say that Shadowheart is her second in command. Medea is also getting a lot of bad vibes from what Shadowheart says about Shaar but is trying to be open minded while trying to subtly convince her that maybe she should leave and that what she's going through with Shaar isn't good. They also bond over their shared memory problems.

Astarion - Second person Medea met after the crash, pulled a knife on her when she went to help him, no blood was spilt though. After that they basically started bickering like siblings, Medea being the responsible one, Astarion being the bad influence, both of them chaotic. Also in my mind, since Medea is also an elf and has the same sleep schedule as Astarion, she was suspicious of him sneaking off at night. Though she didn't think he was a vampire, speaking of which, she will never not make fun of Astarion for trying to bit her even though she is literally the one other person who traces, meaning she was the worst person to bite from if he didn't want to get caught. Basically they act like siblings, also Medea has only heard the basics of who Cazador is and already wants to kill him.

Gale - Third person to join the party and the person Medea has the highest approval rating with. When she found out about Gale's condition she instantly sought out magical items that he could use, she was also very stunned when she found out about him a Mystra. Medea was never the studious type, even without a majority of her memories she knows she has a distaste for casting the magic wizards cast, however, casting that magic with Gale is different. She genuinely enjoyed it, and something tells her that he's the best teacher she's ever had. Honestly, even though this is act 1, I didn't expect Gale and Medea to become so close or like each other so much.

Lae'zel - First person Medea met (cause that's how the game goes) and honestly when it comes to her urges, Lae'zel is the one she thinks will take her out if needed. She's even considering telling Lae'zel about the urges. They have a lot of respect for each other even if they disagree on sertain situations, and they probably want the tadpoles out of their head the same amount as at this point Medea thinks her urges could be influenced by the parasite, so she wants it out. Honestly compared to the others there isn't much to say, mostly because I play in character, which means I choose which characters join me based on how close my character is to them or how important they are to the mission lore wise. Their dynamic will probably change in act 2 though.

Wyll - Medea and Wyll have had a slow burn to their friendship, though there is trust between them, they haven't known each other long enough to form a distinct bond (though I am tempted to get them a sibling bond because of what Wyll said after she said they will get his dad back). However, Medea does feel guilty about Wyll's dad being captured, feeling as though she could have done something. It's been added to her ever growing mountain of guilt (at this point she's dealing with the urges, she's killed Alfira, and she's killed Mayrina's brothers), she's also determined to help Wyll get his father back. She has also made it her goal to see Wyll dance.

Karlach - Her and Medea have not interacted much (that will change in Act 2), but so far I think Karlach is on the fence on whether to trust my character or not, because she says a lot of fucked up shit she doesn't mean in order to manipulate her enemies and Karlach tends to take it at face value so she obviously disproves of what Medea is saying. I like to think the displeasure shows on her face and every time Medea looks back at Karlach and gives a look of "I'm not actually going to do it".

Halsin - Like Karlach they haven't interacted that much but that will change in Act 2. As for now though they like each other and Medea wants to get to know him more.

And that's it for now!! I'm really excited to see how the game progresses and how these dynamics develop.

[pangtasias-atelier]

Mistake Of A Mixture

Well, I had the idea of this outlined for like more than half a year and then I burntout but now I have regained the urge to write about fat eng-age men cause I genuinely do love the game. Unfortunately, the world building and story doesn't give much to write about lmao but fat men are fat men so it's all good.

Warning: This is a fetish story!

Gregory basks in the sweet plain joy of the Somniel's weather. Seated near the small lake, Gregory lays down on his stomach with his feet kicked up in the air. With the soft cushioning of a blanket underneath him, he leisurely passes his free time with a book. His eyes nearly dart from one edge of the page to the other; he flips from page to page rather hastily. The remnants of his snacks lay beside him on the picnic blanket, a couple plates of sweets practically licked clean by Gregory's own eager pleasure when it comes to eating. So engrossed in his reading that he doesn't pay much attention to the footsteps. 

Only when the footsteps stop behind him does he bother to crane his head to look up.

Amber's golden blonde bangs greet him, the clumsy paladin leaning over to look at him upside down. "Hey Gregory! Whatcha up to?" Amber stands back up straight. All his teeth show as he smiles brightly at the sage.

"Uhh well,,," Gregory glances at his book; he closes the hardbound novel with a soft thud and pushes himself up. His book tucked under his arm, he lets out a small huff as he stands up. The soft grass crunches under his boots. Gregory dusts off nonexistent dust off of his preppy outfit, wishing to keep it pristine. His hand grazes against his small tummy. The cashmere vest has a small bump where his stomach is; the soft fabric outlines his beginner belly. His spine tingles as he brushes his belly. Trying not to glance down at himself, his face has a tint of a red hue to it, his face a bit warm despite the nice, fresh temperature. 

“Let’s go on an adventure together!” Amber sticks out his hand.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” Gregory ignores Amber’s outstretched hand. “I’m not really one for adventuring, you know?” 

Sliding on up to Gregory, Amber loops an arm around his shoulder. And his free hand reaches lower, a palm resting on Gregory's small tummy.  “But you have to. I promise it'll help you slim down,” 

"Hey, cut that out!" Gregory shoves the hand away. He also tugs at his vest, making sure that none of his belly can possibly be exposed. His face is impossibly red; the vibrant hue blankets his entire face, warming up his pale skin. However, Gregory also holds back the small moan that threatens to escape his lips, his legs close to buckling as he brings his thighs closer together. Gregory’s hands clench the soothingly soft fabric of his pants. He wills away the errant thoughts of being forcefully grabbed, of being praised and coddled on his weight, Gregory’s more freakish enjoyment of his extra bit of weight something the pudgy man wishes to keep a secret.

“See? You are embarrassed about your size! I always see how red and flustered you get when you realize how pudgy you are,” Amber reaches for Gregory’s hand and pulls him. "And I know just the thing to help you," He drags the confused Gregory behind him, the pudgy man following him from confusion.

Gregory follows him, but only for a dozen paces before taking back his hand. “Thanks but I’ll pass. I may be a sage, but I’d rather do things naturally instead of going on an adventure for some magical item,” Gregory starts heading off, Amber standing still with disappointment and shock, no one ever really turning down his adventuring without even at least hearing him out before. “Besides, going on some adventure sounds kinda dangerous and that's sort of not my thing, you know?" Gregory leaves the lake, heading towards the small camp setup close to the ridge to continue his reading somewhere else.

"Hmmm," Amber stares at Gregory's retreating pudgy form, his eyes colored the same as his namesake sparkling with the foundations of an idea. Gregory's size is apparent as he walks away, round, little love handles pressed against his vest and a portly ass that begins to wobble from the flab packed onto it. Amber takes note of Gregory's weight, the sage quickly packing on the pounds and probably not stopping anytime soon without his good pal Amber to help him.

"So he's afraid huh? Then I'll bring the potion to him," Ignoring every other single word from Gregory, such as his —albeit untruthful— statement about wishing to lose the weight naturally, Amber simply hears and focuses on what he wants, and knowing about Gregory's fear of pain gives the simple-minded, silly man an idea. 

"You think you can keep a secret?" Without even bothering to ease the conversation, Amber quickly springs his plan into fruition upon seeing just the man he wants to see. The act first, think later Amber drags away Pandreo to his room.

"You have a confession? Of course I can keep a secret, but we should probably-"

“Nothing like that! I need some help, helping someone,”

“Someone feeling down? Cause you've got just the right man,”

Amber unlocks the door to his room and immediately locks it back up as soon as the two men enter. Things already set up, Amber has a small cauldron plus a tray of ingredients laid out. “Not quite, I need some help with magic. But hey! You're still just the right man for the job, you know?”

“Well what kind of spell is it?” Pandreo asks, taking a look at the various ingredients he's never used in such a combination before.

Amber pulls out and slams a book down on the table. “It’s a potion to help someone lose weight and even gain some muscle definition. I wanna help Gregory slim down a bit since he's been embarrassed about it. Even more than you,” As if to prove his point, Amber pokes a finger into Pandreo’s midsection. 

The party loving priest has only the most minor amount of pudge on his once flat abdomen; his robes able to discreetly cover the extra bit of weight, Amber's finger sinks into the small bit of flab. “Fine. We have been partying quite a lot. And if this will help us have more parties then I'm all for your plan,” Pandreo rolls up his sleeves and stands right in front of the cauldron. “Read me the instructions and I'll get right to it,”

“Alright! With the two of us, this potion can't fail. Okay, first pour a liter of room temperature water,” Amber reads out the potion’s instructions, carelessly going through the steps and measurements. Pandreo listens wholeheartedly, doing exactly as Amber says without question. The potion making process goes as planned; the concoction surprisingly doesn't blow up or go inert, the potion turning a cool lavender at the very end of it just as the book describes.

Pandreo pours the small amount of still bubbling liquid into a vial, most of the cauldron’s contents turned into vapor. “Well, it looks good to me. You?” 

Amber places the book back on the table. “It looks perfect. Now I just have to find a way to sneak this to Gregory,” Amber giddily smiles as he stares at the vial in his hand.

“H-hey you never mentioned that. You can't just use potions on people without consent!” Amber snatches the vial back out of Amber's hands.

“I promise not to use it without asking Gregory,” Despite his pouting, Amber does hold his hands up. “Legends never lie right? So I have to keep my promise if I want to be as great as the stories,”

Pandreo glares at Amber. His eyes dart between the potion and Amber's remorseful expression. “Fine. You just better keep your promise, Amber. And if Gregory doesn't want it, I'll gladly try some of that. But for now I have somewhere else to be,”

Amber's sad expression turns into utter glee the instant his door closes once more. Left all alone, he does everything he can to not burst into a dance. “A legend also has to lie when it comes to helping those in need,” Amber corks the vials and places it in one of his pockets. He fails to look at the potion’s final instructions on waiting a week's worth of time before using it, the book instead closed and securely hidden away in his room instead.

“I take it the pies came out just as you envisioned?” Vander asks. Currently washing dishes, he scrubs away at the last few dirtied objects, all of them used utensils and equipment to help with baking today's small gathering earlier in the day.

Gregory eagerly digs into the very last slice. A rather hearty slice at that, the portion equivalent to nearly a fifth of the sizable pie. “Even better actually. I made my usual recipe but something about how both pies came out…” Gregory takes yet another heaping bite of pie, finishing it all with a large gulp of sugary tea. “Amber really loved it too. I mean, I ate a lot but he might have eaten more than me,”

“I have little affinity for sweeter dishes but even I couldn't help but indulge in seconds,” Vander dries his hands with the dishes now washed. “Pandreo certainly enjoyed himself as well,”

Gregory stands up from his chair. His slightly larger tummy now presses against his shirt, the outline of his little potbelly visible from how much it stretches the fabric. “Yeah, though I could go for some more,” Gregory blushes, nervously laughing to himself before rummaging for other snacks to munch on.

Unbeknownst to both men, and Pandreo as well, Gregory's pies had been tainted by Amber, Gregory’s recipe aided by a helpful dose of magically created potion in hopes of aiding Pandreo and Gregory's bit of pudge and to give Vander and himself a more built, knightly figure. The potion already begins to take effect on all four men, the very beginning of the messed up concoction starting off rather noticeably for the two men who ingested a much larger portion.

“Aww I really like this shirt,” Amber tugs down the too small shirt the very best he can. Only the very next day after eating Gregory's pies, he glances down at the bundle of belly flab he has. “Some working out will help take care of this bloating,” Having gained more than two dozen pounds during a single night, the “small” bit of bloating that Amber has leaves him with his belly exposed, the visible tummy squeezed by his too tight unbuttoned pants that Amber only barely got up after much intensive struggling. His shirt rides up his little pot belly despite his constant effort to pull down his shirt. 

“I'm sure the potion will kick in soon. Soon, I'll put even the most heroic knights to shame and no one will ever realize,” Amber heads out of his room with one final adjustment of his clothes; which still does nothing, Amber's extra weight nearly on full display as he heads out to the arena without a single care in the world. Amber heads out as delusionally as ever. The potion meant to reduce excess fat and build muscle—all while leaving those who didn't ingest the magical remedy completely clueless of the spell—the loyal knight is completely unaware of his improper usage.

“Oh Amber, there you are,” 

Amber stops right before entering the Somniel’s arena, chubby face turning around upon hearing his name from his liege. “Prince Diamant! You wanna train with me? I was-” Amber stops himself the instant Diamant grabs him by the slightly pudgier arm.

“Nonsense, I came looking for you when I noticed you weren't at the cafe for your usual breakfast. It's been ages since you worked out,” Diamant pats his retainer's belly, dragging him away without much more of a word.

Amber's gut growls, his starter belly suddenly ravenous upon the mere mention of eating. Despite his pouting, he follows Diamant—who all too eagerly brings him along. “Hey! I always- well actually it has been awhile, but I'm not that bad about my training…” Amber sulks. 

Diamant has Amber seated not long after whisking him away from even entering the arena. “Here, your usual is already ready for you,” 

Amber's eyes widen upon the large spread of pancakes set in front of him. Squirming in his seat, he only just realizes that his potion may have been made incorrectly as he takes a bite of the syrup drenched breakfast. 

Elsewhere, the originally intended recipient of Amber's potion is much less aware of the effects. 

Gregory sits on the lakeside, his usual plush picnic blanket underneath him as he gorges on his lunch plus some extra. Still unaware of the potion, Gregory takes the added poundage in complete stride. He takes it all far better than most would, if anything. One hand resting on his now more substantial stomach which leaves Gregory red in the face from just how much it strains and stretches his vest, along with the pudge that his tight waistband digs into. A good chunk of Gregory's chunky body goes to his lower half; the bottom heavy sage’s ass stretching out his usually form fitting pants. Gregory's lower half serves as a nice cushion as he eats in complete comfort and enjoyment. He simply passes the day lazing away in pure comfort, Gregory barely able to hold back his whines upon constantly getting complimented over his figure accompanied by being brought more treats.

And the days go by, the potion’s effects continuing to take further and further hold on all four men as their bodies fatten and swell up with blubber.

Pandreo huffs as he finally gets a hold of Amber after no longer being fed more and more obscene amounts of dishes by Boucheron, all just for Pandreo to taste test. And if not Boucheron feeding him exorbitant amounts of food, he has to deal with the Divine One’s pampering and treats when Alear isn't with one of the other three men. Pandreo suffers from the effects much less than Amber with him eating less of the pie, much to Pandreo's joy, the now obese priest far thinner than Amber's whale-like state.

“You *huff*” Pandreo catches his breath from rushing so much to avoid getting whisked away to gorge on food. His rumbling stomach misses out on the needed calories. He rests his hand against the wall—right next to the closed door that's three times as wide than it used to be before Amber's mess of a potion. “You need to fix this right now,” Pandreo demands after regaining his breath. His clothes growing with his own body, the fabric lags behind his blubbery body. His usual Somniel attire is now the simplest pair of trousers along with a shirt. Pandreo's lower body is heftier than the rest of his rotund self; his thighs clearly struggle with waddling around, the blubbery columns for thunder thighs chafing against each other no matter how much clearance he tries to give them with each step he takes—the few he's allowed to take by the several men in the Somniel who wish to feed him. His blubbery shelf of an ass juts out behind him. The two sagging, rounded cheeks barely manage to stay contained in his pants, only becoming ever so slightly exposed as he walks. Pandreo's gut, while nowhere near as large as his voluptuous rear and thighs, manages to just sag to where the lowest roll of belly flab rests right atop his bloated fat pad even as it's tucked into his shirt. Pandreo's moobs spill out the plunging neckline of his shirt, the creamy upper portion of his breast fat visible like the outline of his puffy, bloated tits that press against the thin, breathable fabric.

Pandreo's glares at Amber's corpulent state is softened only by his bloated cheeks and flushed state.

Amber's face closely matches Pandreo's flushed, red face. Except food stains litter his fat round face instead of a glare. “This is *ugghhh* this is normal mmmphh…” With half lidded eyes, Amber shovels down the mountain of pancakes right in front of him. The multiple chairs creak underneath the entire bulk of his weight. Amber's skewers chunks of pancakes and crams them into his open mouth as he glances at Pandreo. Much more affected than Pandreo, Amber's corpulence is clearly nearing the last legs of mobility. His clothes are completely ineffective in covering up all his lard. Amber's shirt is nothing more than a glorified bra; the tarp for a shirt just barely goes past his engorged areolas, the two massive melons for tits that are larger than his head splaying down his massive gut with the lower portions of them exposed. The entirety of Amber's lap is taken up by his gut, the closest bit of the table to him also smothered by his stomach; his love handles resembling thighs in width alone, they even jiggle as he continues to reach for more food. Amber’s ass struggles to not tear his shorts, the elastic able to withstand his large, chunky thighs that he spreads out to make room for his gut and fat pad.

“Mmmm jussht some more time and then weight will go away with muscle,” Amber blatantly lies. He opens his mouth wide to shove the last bit of pancakes.

Pandreo huffs, crossing his arms for a moment before undoing the motion with how much he has to bend his much less flexible arms along with so much plush flab in the way. “Well give me the book so I can be sure,” Pandreo also looks forlornly at the empty plate of food as his stomach grumbles.

“I had to give it back. Was only borrowing it,” Amber shoves the now empty plate away, placing it with the other numerous plates before reaching for another one, Amber loudly grunting from the mild exertion. 

“Alright then. Guess I'll just head out,” Pandreo says without another word. He does pick up his pants as he waddles out to prevent more of his large wobbling ass from spilling out.

Upon waddling out of Amber's room, Pandreo thankfully meets Boucheron. “Amber's almost out of food, and since he's so close to being immobile, I'm sure he'd love to be taken around the Somniel to glut out,” Pandreo practically pushes the men onto Amber, a quick excuse of going to eat with Vander getting them to leave him. 

Much thinner than the other three, Vander still cannot avoid the fate he shares with them. At the onset of obesity, he generously fills out his suit. Somewhat top heavy, Vander’s broad pecs have turned into sizable hefty breasts that bulge against the multiple taut layers of clothes. He fills out his seat, refusing to use one of the chairs meant for him or the other much larger men. Completely unaware of the cause for his increasing weight, all Vander can do is go along with the ride with every single man denying Vander’s claims. Though he does enjoy himself, the rubbing and patting he does to his own belly noticeable along with how Vander amicably accepts each and every side platter offered to him just before he can get up to rest and digest his breakfast.

Vander turns away from his mostly eaten moderately sized omelet upon seeing Pandreo waving his way.

“Once Amber gets here, we need to go to his room. Trust me,” Pandreo whispers. His gut practically smothers against Vander's from leaning down. 

The two men don't have to wait very long, both of them walking out—Pandreo waddling more so—as soon as Amber slowly waddles into the cafe with men by his side to help him. Both the men don't miss how they place Amber right next to Gregory, the green haired man looking nearly as fat as Amber's obese body. The two butterballs gladly gorge on the food given to them.

As soon as Vander and Pandreo make it to Amber's room—the two fat men just barely able to enter side by side with how ludicrous the Somniel has become under the potion’s effects—Pandreo locks the door behind them. “Amber used a potion to cause all of this,” Pandreo gestures at Vander.And at himself, grabbing as much of his gut as he can for good measure.

“And how do you know about this?” Vander questions. Vander instantly believes Pandreo.

“Cause I helped him make it,” Scavenging around the room Pandreo nearly howls upon finding the book but stops himself. 

“You-”

“I didn't know! I mean, this wasn't what it was supposed to do. And also I didn't think he'd use it on anyone else much less sneak it into our food,” Pandreo slams a bag onto the table, a fresh batch of ingredients he picked earlier ready to make the potion correctly. “Besides, I'm trying to fix it. Now, this is the spell that I stupidly didn't double check him on,”

Vander peers at the book behind Pandreo, the two men reading the instructions. Vander's belly presses against Pandreo's jutting ass. “I will forgive you. If we fix this mess. So what did Amber mistakenly do?”

“Ugh, he didn't wait enough time for the potion to complete because we did everything right. Okay! We got this, watch me and just double check me, we have to get this right,”

The creation process goes just as smoothly as it did before; Vander and Pandreo read out each step and end up with a cool lavender tinted mixture like the spellbook describes. 

“Now how long do we have to wait?” Vander asks as Pandreo corks the vial. 

“Well about that…” Pandreo shoves the book in Vander's face to show him the time required for the spell to be stable enough to use.

“A week is certainly worrying. But the waiting will suffice if we can fully revert this nonsense,”

Pandreo places the book back. And before the two leave Amber's room, he hands over the potion. “Here, as thanks for helping and sorry. I'm never helping Amber with magic again after this,”

“I'll make sure to properly scold him after this,”

“Good, just make sure to use some of it on yourself as soon as a week passes, since I might end up immobile by the time it's ready,”

“Is it safe to ingest directly once ready?”

“Book says so and it's been right about everything else so far. Well, since everything is all set to be taken care of, we might as well enjoy ourselves before we fix this, right? Cause man am I starving,” Pandreo gladly heads back to the cafe with a hearty pat on his belly.

The mixture only needing time, the fattening men can do nothing but wait with so much time available to them. And with so much time and so many eager men in the Somniel to feed them, they constantly gorge on the food provided to them.

After the very first day, Vander and Pandreo find Amber in the very center of the Somniel’s plaza; the prodigiously wide man now immobile. 

The two smaller men have also gained weight, enough to where they find themselves with different attire at their larger size. Vander now forgoes a suit entirely, a button up paired with suspenders that dig into his sizable belly that bounces and jiggles with each step he takes. And Pandreo’s clothes are even more snug and revealing against his even flabbier and bigger body.

By Amber’s side is Gregory, the nearly immobile man wide-eyed and red in the face. His mind not affected by the spell like all the men who didn't ingest the potion, Gregory is still aware of Amber's magically increasing weight that very much wasn't what he weighed a few days ago. He's also aware of his own growing size, his massive gut that reaches past his knees along with his blubbery fupa completely covering and hiding his growing arousal. It still doesn’t compare to his enormous thighs that leave him always out of breath the few times he waddles to go get his food when the mountains of platters aren’t being brought to him. Gregory’s clothes are nothing what they used to be. The multiple layers of clothes are instead replaced with practically tatters, an ill fitting shirt that serves as a too tight crop top and shorts with tears littered down the sides of them as his new outfit upon magically gaining more weight at the start of the day.

Pandreo leans over to Vander, both of them heftier than the day before. Pander’s gut squishes into Vander’s side. “Don't tell Gregory anything, Amber made this to use on him because of his weight specifically. Just act clueless,”

Gregory speaks up before either man can speak to him. “I asked around a bit and everyone just kind of claims that he's always been in the plaza. But wait a minute, why are all of us affected by this? Is that what's going to happen to us?” Despite his growing voice, his face also grows redder as the wheels in his brain churn like his hungry belly as he realizes his future. Turning back around, Gregory stares at Amber's immobilized figure. His eyes are practically glazed over as he reaches down at his gut, rubbing and groping his blubbery stomach. 

“Unfortunately, neither of us can be certain on the cause of this,” Vander frowns as he stares at Amber’s immobile self, thinking about the possible truth of Gregory’s words.

The trio's conversation is cut short as Gregory doesn't even get to say another word to the two men with him getting whisked away by Mauvier and Alear to be fed some more. Meanwhile Diamant and Zelkov rest on Amber's body as they feed him copious amounts of food.

“He gained an immense amount of weight, did he not?” Vander nervously asks. The two's plan now seems to have a wrench in it.

“I mean, we did also gain quite a bit in just one day. Maybe it's getting faster? But you'll for sure be fine, we got this and then-” The two men's conversation is interrupted as Boucheron and Kagetsu take Pandreo away while Boucheron and Louis grab Vander to feed them like every other day before.

And the very next day, Vander and Pandreo find nothing amiss, everything just like yesterday. It takes the day after that for them to find Gregory immobilized. 

Two immobile blobs in the plaza now, telling the two overly fattened men apart would be a chore for anyone unfamiliar. Thankfully, the Somniel's men are extremely familiar with all four growing men, all of them practically attached to one of them, pampering and praising them. 

“We'll still be good, promise!” Pandreo's voice is more strained than before, Pandreo wheezing from the short trek l.

It only takes the very next day for Vander to find Pandreo's room completely vacated as if no one ever lived in it. And upon reaching the plaza, the three immobile blobs residing in it show why. Gazing at the three men, even just comparing Gregory and Amber to Pandreo show a clear difference, the two far from resembling what they looked like upon first being immobilized. Gregory and Amber being hand fed their very first day of becoming immobile, Pandreo doesn’t share the same structure. Isntead, so much poundage to keep fed and fattened, the orange haired man wakes up with a feeding tube in his mouth. And despite his muffled complaints, or because of his moans, the tube which feeds him throughout the entire day stays on without a single pause.

Thankfully for Vander, his own size is nowhere near comparable to the two blobs and recently immobilized man, his just above five hundred pound state much smaller than the multiple tonnage the other three have combined. 

And he finds himself perfectly fine the subsequent day. And even the day after that, the only main change seeing all three men being permanently force fed with a tube—besides his even larger waistline that still allows him to move around. But not without some slight aid, Vander much more sluggish than he was even just a few days ago. His outfit is also different, the semi formal attire of his button up and suspenders replaced with the simple set of shirt and shorts that seem misplaced on Vander’s prim and proper self. Vander’s clothes no longer even make the attempt of fitting him, his gut slipping past the tight white fabric to show off his fuzzy happy trail, and his shorts cling to every inch of surface area of his wide awkward thighs and sagging ass. The rest of the day goes exactly the same as every other one, with copious amounts of food by his side. Most of it willingly eaten with his growing appetite for a growing body; a small chunk forcefully fed to him. Not that Vander complains about either situation, his mouth always opening upon seeing more food.

He does go to sleep with some concern, the worry mostly taken over by relief of only needing to wait a few hours after waking up to finally resolve the entire issue and regain their once built bodies.

Vander’s eyes flutter open, the bright sunlight hitting him directly in the eyes despite being quite certain he slept with the windows closed. “Mmmphh” Groggily opening his eyes, Vander's eyes shoot open as he sees the masses of lard in front of him. Vander can't even speak, his own feeding tube crammed into his mouth. Glancing all around, Vander can still move his arms the slightest amount, but the tube remains just out of reach. Unable to see his own enormity, he can clearly feel it, so much space taken up just by him and him alone. His immense figure is covered up by a tarp meant to mimic clothing, the dark heather gray sheet draped over his gut. And his gut covers and expansive amount of space, his stomach sprawled out in front of him and onto the cooling tile of the Somniel’s plaza, and what part that doesn’t rest on the ground is instead situated atop his own lard that is his thighs. Vander’s enormous chest—the two breasts larger than his flabby stomach once was a few days ago—rest and splay down his mattress of a gut. Vander thankfully feels that his ass is covered up, another similarly sized tarp of fabric draped over his backside. Though it covers up much more with him being less endowed in the lower half of his body compared to the gurgling, hungry mass of lard for a gut.

And yet, even Vander’s current state that has the unaffected men in the Somniel looking emaciated in comparison is nothing when faced with the enormity that is Pandreo, Gregory and Amber.

Able to see Pandreo's face—just barely with the distance between them from just how much space the two immobilized men take—Vander can make out Pandreo's half worried-half horny face as he guzzles down the fattening liquid slop that gushes down his feeding tube. Despite being smaller than Amber and Greogory, the difference between Pandreo’s and Vander’s bodies is a stark one; most of Pandreo’s weight goes to his lower half of his body, the immense pile of lard that is his ass jutting out behind him and rising as well from all the fat piled into it. Pandreo’s feet are sunken into his pile of fat for a body, the entire lower portion of his body completely incapable of moving a single inch. Not that he needs to with so many eager men helping him, Seadall tending to his gurgling stomach by rubbing it while Bunet brushes Pandreo’s hair, Pandreo’s conveniently serving as a wonderful chair with his blubbery backside to drape himself on. Pandreo can still move his hands, his arms completely out of the question. He can only move his hands the slightest bit before tiring himself out though, and he always gets assisted whenever he even thinks of trying to do so. Pandreo soon gives up the pointless motion, the fervor of his eating growing in intensity as the scarlet red blush on his bloated squirrel like cheeks.

Vander can meanwhile barely see Gregory’s face, only able to hazard a guess that it is his face by the mop of green hair. Unlike himself and Pandreo, Gregory’s body doesn’t bother with a tarp for covering up, all of his immensity on display, his blubber beginning to creep up and press up against Amber’s own girth. Gregory’s own body type closely mirrors Pandreo’s immensely bottom heavy self. Except most of Pandreo’s weight goes to his ass whereas Gregory’s blubbery roll riddled thighs that have them resembling more like recliners is where most of his weight goes to. The two enormous thighs have Gregory’s gut completely overtaken by them; the two cushiony legs spread out further than his gut which pools on his lap only to take up a fraction of the space. And both Mauvier and Rafal use Gregory’s thighs as they ought to be used—both men unable to properly straddle one thigh alone from their sheer width—as they rub as much of Gregory’s gut that they can reach. And Gregory eagerly allows himself to be treated like cattle. He chugs down the thick, fattening liquid with reckless abandon despite being the only one completely unaware of even the cause for his situation. He simply enjoys himself, allowed to indulge in his freakish ways that he desperately tried to hide earlier only for Amber to misunderstand.

Amber’s own face is completely hidden from his enormity. The absolute largest of the four, the nearly ton man is clearly affected by his own mistake the most. Although, the way Amber doesn’t even bother to hold back his deep, rumbling moans and pathetic mewls as he chugs down the two feeding tubes rapidly pouring food down his greedy gullet makes it obvious he sees no issue with his mistake. Completely top heavy, Amber’s stomach alone is the largest thing in the Somniel that isn’t a building—and at the upwardly spiraling rate he and the other three men are going, it may not take long for his shack for a stomach to surpass that. Amber’s bloated face sinks into his enormous body, his face framed all around by lard and more lard. And taking care of Amber is not one, not two, but three royals all sprawled over his corpulence. Diamant and Alfred gladly use Amber’s watery pool sized stomach as the finest bed in all of Elyos while Alear sits atop Amber’s tits that could easily crush the lithe dragon. And all three men absolutely tease and coo at him, Amber’s hunger spurred on by them.

But Vander is nowhere near the size of the three men as he tries and manages to sluggishly lift up his arms. Feeding tube still in his mouth, the object refuses to leave him, the thing magically enchanted to avoid ever going hungry for even a millisecond. So he does his best to speak, muffled noises choked out in an attempt to hopefully grab someone’s, anyone’s attention. But try as he might, Vander's muffled noises only devolve into muffled moans as he goes ignored, Boucheron and Louis tending to him upon seeing him rise from his slumber. The two men eagerly praise him, both of them proud of how fast the retired knight is catching up to the other three as they insist that he relax and not waste any more calories.

And so, Vander’s muffled moans fall on deaf ears that are all too happy to see all four men get fatter, of which they have countless days to enjoy their still growing bodies as they fill out more and more of the plaza each and every day. Though each of the men all too eagerly succumb to the pleasure of being fed and tended to, any thought of returning to their once mobile selves replaced with food, food, and more food.

The mixture no longer even resides with Vander, the potion left in his now vacant room waiting to be discovered.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Image 1, Prompt 48 and Image 3, Prompt “Can we just exchange three words…” with Changbin please!! 🫶🫶

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "You make me want things I can't have."

"Can we just exchange three words without you pulling a gun on me?"

Member: Seo Changbin

Relationship: Detective!FemReader x Serial Killer!Changbin

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of Crime Scenes, Blood, Murder, Guns, etc. (Nothing too graphic.)

"See you later, (L/N)."

You barely glance up from the evidence photos scattered across your desk as you wave your hand in the general direction of your partner's voice.

"See you tomorrow."

He hesitates at the threshold, hand on the main light switch, and you sense the pause, sighing as you finally glance up at him and meet his gaze with open resignation.

"What?"

"You're sure you want to stay? You're already way past overtime at this point. I could drive you home, we could maybe get a drink-" He hedges.

You look away from him to focus back on the cluttered desk. "I'm sure, Walker. Get out of here."

He sighs, but doesn't push anymore, flicking off the main lights, plunging the rest of the empty office into darkness as he steps out the door, leaving only your desk lamp lit.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Yep."

His footsteps fade away, and you move to the other side of your desk, head cocked, trying to get a different angle on the evidence spread before you.

Maybe if you just look at it differently-

The sound of a floor tile creaking-quiet and soft, probably barely noticeable to the untrained ear-sounds behind you, and without a second thought, you whirl, gun out and aimed steadily at the intruder.

Changbin appears from the shadows like a ghost, his hands up and a rueful sort of smirk already pulling at his lips.

"Can we just exchange three words without you pulling a gun on me?"

You un-cock the gun and slide it back into your hip holster as he saunters over, leaning back on the desk as you keep a careful eye on his movements.

You might be allies of a sort, but you still don't trust the guy farther than you could throw him.

"Cutting it a little close this time, don't you think?" You remark, alluding to the fact that your partner just left, and he wouldn't be too thrilled to see the man standing in front of you in the middle of the dark detectives' office.

Changbin shrugs, leaning over beside you to scan his eyes over the mess on the desk, his arm brushing your own.

"I watched him get in his car and drive away, don't worry. Seemed pretty downcast though." He gives you a sidelong, knowing glance, the smirk widening on his lips as he eyes you. "What'd you do, mama, reject his pathetic attempts at flirting and stomp on his poor, bruised heart just for the fun of it?"

You ignore his jibe and turn to glance at the items on the desk, even though you can still feel his gaze on you.

"I'm not talking about my personal life with you."

Changbin chuckles, leaning back in beside you, a little closer than he needs to be, and his hand brushes yours as he picks up a particular polaroid of interest, studying it.

"Yeah, well, it's clear that you need a man who's got a little more backbone than that guy anyway."

You resist the urge to slide your gaze to him, and pick up a picture of your own, though you know it won't help. You've been over them dozens of times and nothing ever changes.

No magical clue pops out and you doubt it will at this point.

You're desperate, and that's why you'd contacted him in the first place.

"What, like you?" You retort back, arching your brow, as you finally meet his eyes, dark and volatile.

He grins, wild and feral, and it's not hard to imagine blood spatter on his face.

He leans in close, and you resist the urge to move an inch, holding your ground.

"Exactly like me."

"I don't date my coworkers." You reply back stiffly, voice cold and even. "Especially not the ones in the serial killer vein of things."

Changbin arches a brow and tilts his head, considering. "Funny, because you sure seem to rely on my help a lot more than your little, spineless partner."

You don't back down, refusing to give into his intimidation.

"That's all it is-help. We have a deal. And if you can't hold up your end, then you immediately lose my interest. You're no different than every other criminal in this city at that point-useless and not good for anything except padding and warming a cell."

Changbin's eyes spark dangerously, but then he tips his head back and laughs, wiping at his eyes as he turns once more to survey the mess covering your desk.

"All right, all right, mama. Message received. God, I love when you get scary." He gives you a sidelong, unhinged smirk. "Let's get down to business then."

He fingers one of the polaroid's, then moves on to inspect one of the bloodied, tattered pieces of garment in a plastic bag just above it, his face suddenly serious and thoughtful.

"You don't have anything?" He asks, as he leans over and narrows his gaze, glaring down at one of the evidence sheets.

"Nothing." You sigh, sinking into the desk chair, rubbing at your temples, a headache already forming. "We thought maybe we had a partial print at the first scene, but it turned up nothing."

"Mm." Changbin muses, deep in thought, sliding his hand across the desk to pick up the press release, his eyes scanning over the lines of print. "MO stays the same?"

"Yeah." You nod, reaching for another picture and tossing it across the desk to him. "Unsub tends to pick out weak, young victims-makes me think they don't have a lot of strength to work with themselves-isolates them, bashes their head in, and then desecrates the bodies before taking any useful identifiers from the scene."

Changbin looks up sharply at your words, his expression thoughtful. "Identifiers?"

"Yeah." You repeat again, motioning to the evidence bags splayed across the desk. "We're talking easily removed shit-jewelry, hair clips, clothing logos-"

You reach for another photo and hand it to him, ignoring the way your fingers brush as you do so.

"-Down to stuff that's a little more work-teeth, tattoos, birthmarks, fingerprints."

Changbin narrows his gaze on the picture you've just shown him. "So your guy is cutting out anything he doesn't want recognized and taking it with him."

"Seems so." You nod, sighing and running a finger along one of the manila folders. "Spark anything?"

Changbin pulls up a nearby chair and plops down into it, loosening his tie as he does so, and not for the first time, you find it odd how nice and neat he looks all the time.

He always shows up to your late night meetings dressed in slacks, a vest, tie, and shiny dress shoes, hair done and skin clean.

Of course, you've never seen him after a kill, but for a serial murderer, the guy cleans up kind of nice.

He flicks the photo back onto the desk with the others and leans back, a bright gleam in his dark eyes.

"Yeah. I think I know a couple people who can help us out. But-" He leans forward, tapping his pointer finger on one of the more grisly photos, and his lips curl into the start of one of his excited, feral grins. "-adjust your search, mama, because you're not looking for a man."

Your eyes widen at the possibility. "You think it's a woman."

"I know it's a woman." Changbin replies confidently, pointing to another photo and then another, staring you down, as if waiting for it to click. "A man isn't gonna have the patience to comb over a murder scene like that and remove all the necessary evidence. Not to mention, what fucking guy do you know that would think to remove the pins from the female victims' hair? We don't pay attention to that shit." He sits back, looking smug. "Nah, you're dealing with a woman, and an experienced one at that."

You consider his words, and something clicks firmly into place as you survey the evidence one last time.

Fuck, that's the angle you were looking for.

You sigh and glance across the desk to the man sitting across from you, watching you steadily.

"Okay. Get in touch with your contacts and signal me in a couple of days. We'll schedule another meet up."

"You're the boss." Changbin replies easily, sliding back the chair as he stands, stretching his arms above his head.

His biceps are fucking huge. He could probably strangle you in one easy go.

You wonder if that's part of his arsenal.

"You're staring again." His voice is low in your ear, breath warm on your cheek, and you resist every urge in your body to startle away from him.

Instead, you remain completely still, staring straight ahead.

"Just thinking about whether or not you prefer messy or clean methods when it comes to your victims." You reply back in a level tone offhandedly.

Changbin chuckles, the low sound a rumble in his chest, and you resist the urge to take a deeper breath and get a clearer scent on his cologne.

Something earthy and pine based if you had to guess.

His large hands come down on the arms of your chair, effectively caging you in.

"Depends." He answers back smoothly, voice low. "I'll tell you anything you want to know, mama, as long as I get something in return."

You glare at him sidelong, and try not to stare as he slowly wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, staring you down like you're a piece of steak waiting to be devoured.

"We have a deal. And it doesn't extend past a working relationship."

"Ah, but you do admit it's a relationship." Changbin purrs, manic grin firmly back in place, the warm, strong lines of his body pressing into your back.

"I admit I want to put a gun to your head more times than not when we're together." You grit out, clenching your hands in your lap so you don't do just that.

He could overpower you so easily right now, looming behind you, larger than life.

You try not to let the thought put a shiver down your spine.

"That's just foreplay in my world, mama." Changbin murmurs against your ear, reaching up with one big hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, even as you force yourself not to flinch. "If you're trying to turn me on, it's working."

"Get away from me." You growl out, reaching for the gun at your hip, even as Changbin covers your hand with his own, pinning down your fingers.

"Let. Go."

"Ah, do I scare you?" He questions, finally releasing your hand and stepping back, just so you can pull out your gun and train it squarely on his chest, staring him down as you pull the pin back.

He laughs, cocking his head, watching you as if he doesn't have a care in the world and he's not currently staring down the barrel of your gun.

"That's a yes then."

"You don't scare me." You reply back evenly, finger just shy of the trigger. "You annoy me. There's a difference."

His lips curve into the start of a smirk. "Do you hate me, detective?"

You pause, considering his words. You hate what he's done, who he is, the innocent lives he's probably claimed.

You hate yourself, for letting him continue, just so you can have access to inside information.

"Yes." You admit, hand level as you keep the gun pointed solidly at him.

Changbin laughs. "There's a fine line between hate and love. I'd be careful if I were you, mama."

He leans toward you, and slowly reaches up, pushing the gun down between the two of you.

You remove your finger off the trigger, taking in a deep breath, before you un-cock the weapon, but keep it firmly in your hand.

"Do you like toying with me?" You quip out angrily, staring into the dark, endless recesses of his eyes. "Do you get off on watching me fear you?"

You already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it.

He shrugs, tossing his hands out to the side, an easy smile on his face. "I mean, why do you think I do what I do? If the shoe fits-"

"I'm not one of your victims. Get the fuck out until I call for you." You motion with your gun toward the door.

Changbin shrugs again, moving past you toward the door, but he stops just shy of the desk, glancing back at you, before he leans over the piles of evidence to crowd into your space.

You don't back down, not moving an inch, as he reaches up and curls his large, warm fingers around the jut of your chin.

The gun itches in your lap.

"I don't fuck with you because I think you're on the same level of my victims, detective." He admits in a low, serious tone, his eyes never leaving your face.

You know you can't trust him, but you ask anyway.

"Then why?"

Something flashes across his eyes, too quick to catch. "I fuck with you to feel in control. Because simply put, mama, you make me want things I can't have."

You stop breathing, but Changbin releases you, straightening up and fixing his tie and vest with an easy sort of nonchalance about him, before he turns on his heel and heads for the door with a little wave of his fingers over his shoulder.

"Ta-ta, detective. Until next time."

He melts into the shadows, and you're left alone in the dark precinct, lit only by a lamp, with your thoughts.

[devildaisies]

Au'liver L'Place RP Guide

People seem interested in playing Au'liver in their home games! Here's a guide for you.

Au'liver is the proprietor of an inter-dimensional magic shop named Au'liver's. He sells magical items, scaled to the level and tone of the campaign you are running.

Appearance

Au'liver is a white-haired, purple skinned elvish man.

He wears clothing that looks like an over the top approach to a magician's getup. He wears gold jewelry, including a set of rabbit-charm earrings.

His age can be ambiguous, but he is somewhere in the elvish equivalent of the 40-50 age range. Though vanity is one of his flaws, so he either has a great skincare routine, or may use a glamor.

His casting, visually, is a combination of flashy wizardry and stage magic. For instance, he typically retrieves items by manifesting a magician's hat with a flourish, and pulling it out from there.

He is very expressive, especially with his hands.

Personality

He is melodramatic, eccentric, and more clever than you would think. Willy Wonka type.

Do you best to be quick witted and funny. Easier said than done, but so worth it when it lands.

He has a white rabbit familiar named Smau'liver.

Prone to holding grudges. He once created and sold a ring that was enchanted to do double damage, specifically on the player that stole from him.

Conversely, Au'liver can be quite sentimental, and is genuinely touched by thoughtful gestures.

There is a seldom-addressed melancholy to him. Keep the fact that he's been isolated in a demiplane, in mind.

Au'liver will maintain an air of showmanship if more than one player is around, and circumvent any melancholy or personal topics.

He is gay. RARELY a flirt, but when he does, he does not pull any punches.

Obviously he can break the fourth wall. I would recommend doing this sparingly, or it kind of looses it's humor.

Mechanics

Mechanically, Au'liver is a max-level wizard.

His spells can NOT cross the threshold of his shop. This is to prevent him from becoming your PC's game-breaking ally.

His magic items can, however, be used outside of the shop.

He can do just about anything within the confines of his shop that a wizard can conceivably do. This does not include healing or resurrection spells.

He CAN casts spells for the players on top of selling items, but he upcharges significantly, and requires that they bring him spell components. I usually price it up from the DM's guide price for a spell scroll of that level.

Players can access his shop from rare, well-hidden doorways in their world. They shouldn't be able to access two portals within 3 days travel.

As the DM sees fit, they can have him gift them with a summoning card. When it is swiped in a closed doorway, an hour-long ritual spell commences. Once it is completed, a portal to his shop will be opened. The entrance will disappear if the door is closed. If the door is opened during the casting, it will be interrupted.

He does not like to be stolen from, and can NOT be stolen from through traditional means. If a player is caught stealing, he will enact immediate retribution. For example, an upcast Plane Shift, sending them to the astral, just long enough for them to pass out.

Plot

He is trapped in his demiplanar shop.

Why is he trapped in the shop? Answers change every time you ask! Have him commit wholeheartedly to whatever you say in the moment.

If you have a good idea for the REAL reason he's trapped, I encourage you to use it in your game.

My players have always felt the urge to try to free him from his demiplanar curse.

I encourage you to indulge them, but do not make it an easy to solve problem. What weight does a problem that can be solved with a "dispel magic" even have?

Conditions

Don't use him commercially / for public shows.

If you make art of him, or have fun moments to share, please make sure you tag me. 'Cause I wanna see.

And for the love of god, always remember.

[atimefordragons]

ROOP AISA SUHANA MERA CHAAND BHI HAI DEEWANA MERA

☾♔; March 12, 2024 ☾♔; 12:19pm ☾♔; sotd: Chammak Challo (iconic forever Akon) ☾♔; cotd: Artizea Rozan Evron ☾♔; Thistle Grove Academy ☾♔; Audition

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: adapted lyrics from Bole Chudiyan, the original lyrics are "roop aisa suhana tera, chaand bhi hai deewana tera", basically translates to "You're so pretty, even the moon is crazy about you", and I just changed the you to me.

urg, remembered why I do not like making sets on urstyle. the page fucking AUTORELOADED, got stuck, had to reload my draft and of course, items shifted. luckily I only finished one tiny corner and didn't have to start over. what bakwas yaar. and I forgot to do the zoom trick the first time I published! I can't see it, but shit probably shifted somewhere. 😩😩😩😩😩

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a not insignificant amount of my inspiration came from the Ambani wedding, because holy fuck. you might be rich, but are you not THAT rich. And fr, it really highlighted a lot of vieux vs nouveau riche differences, cause the richest man in the world is again Jeff Bezos, but he would not be able to get celebrities to pile onto greyhound buses to attend AND perform at his wedding.

𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Peony 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Laila Raichand (hindi: लैला रायचंद, arabic: رايشاند ليلى) 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬): Lulu, Laddo (not a fan of either, use of the latter is limited to Dadi and Daddy) 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 17 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: cis-female 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she/her 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲: Feb 19 𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜: Pisces

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: her family. asoiaf (always with daenerys, the one true EMPRESS). dior. cold coffees. caramel. journaling (she does exchanges with her cousins, it's fun and cute watching bade bhaiyah try). red lipsticks. seaside views. karan johar films. yash chopra films. FROZEN (lovesss Elsa, though relates more to Anna). villainess manwha. sailor moon. chanel. disney.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: game of thrones. the goddamn patriarchy, like come on. america (just as a whole, she's written it off, just become a new country and try again). western perceptions of south asia and the middle east. culottes. bugs, just no. oversharers, like people who've known you for only 10 minutes and proceed to dump their WHOLE tragic life story on you, buddy, I don't know you, I don't want to know about your traumas.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭: Recruit.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Laila is headstrong, opinionated, and very stubborn. She knows what she likes and doesn't like, and has no qualms about making those feelings known. She does not believe in "giving grace" to people's bullshit, you can have grace if you're a kid, if you're old enough to know better, you should act better. She can seem mean, and that's not unfair, she's VERY biased towards everyone who she considers as part of her circle, if you're outside of that, she can be extremely vicious, especially if you dare to hurt even a hair of one her people. She's not a big believer in forgiveness or second chances. One and done, hun.

Laila is very much the spoiled youngest child, and spoiled only child. She's the only child of her parents, and the youngest of all her cousins, thus getting double doting, and that shows. She's always done whatever she's wanted and gotten away with it very easily. She can be a little (a lot) narcissistic, and vain, but she's not naive nor does she live in a delusional, la la land fantasy where everything is about her and she's the centre of the universe. She does not think that, HOWEVER, she is very aware that due to her very lucky circumstances, a loving, powerful family, she can do whatever the fuck she wants, she doesn't have any pressure to do anything, there's no "you must marry a good/rich man, you must do this job, you must inherit this magic or this business", she's the baby princess, and she knows well how to take full advantage of that.

Laila is a little aloof and not particularly easy to get close to, though she can get along perfectly fine with people, she doesn't really bother to get to know them herself, and considers anyone outside of her circle as simply an extra in her life. She's not interested in being the centre of everyone's attention, except of course when it comes to her family, but that's just youngest child things. She has no problem speaking up in class, but prefers to do her own thing with her friends, and can be a little snobby, especially towards strangers. While she's not inconsiderate, she also won't act to spare someone's feelings. If you're not her friend, you're not her friend, she'll absolutely help a girl out in a sticky situation (always be a girl's girl), but you don't need to have brunch with her afterwards.

𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞: Laila's personal style is "whatever I like", but in general her wardrobe tends towards classic, chic, and preppy clothes. When it comes to "ethnic" wear, she generally prefers Pakistani salwars, and relies on big brands like Sabyasachi and Manish Malhotra for more oppulent event wear. She also prefers salwars and lahengas over sarees, they're pretty but a hassle to wear. She can wear it so long as someone puts it on for her. She also HATES that the culotte trend is back and cannot wait for it die again. Laila is also very much a heel girl, from the first moment she ever got a pair. She's tiny, she needs that feeling of power.

𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲: Daughter of Turkish business woman Aleyna Burakgazi and Indian RAW Agent Vikrant Raichand, Laila is a djinn through her mother, though her father's family is no stranger to the supernatural either. While her father is by all means a normal (aside from his abs, they are not normal), her grandmother is an Astradhari, the bearer of an astra, a divine weapon, specifically the Agneyastra, the astra of the God Agni. She is also deeply knowledgeable about Kala Jadoo (black magic), but claims she does not practise it. It's a very unreliable claim 'cause it's well known that Dadi (paternal grandma) will fuck you up. While their grandmother has not yet decided which heir to make her successor and pass her astra on to, she has made sure to educate all of them of the power of Astras, the Gods, and kala jadoo.

Laila lived with her mother and more immediate extended paternal family (so her father's brother, his family, and their mother) in India until she was about 7, at which point she and her mother moved to Dubai, where her mother took over Raichand Industries Middle East interests. Her father often travels for work, and cannot maintain contact for extended periods of time, so his presence wasn't as constant as his family's, but whenever present he is always doting and spends time with her and her mother. She is definitely a daddy's girl, he's not the whole cause, but a significant amount of her being spoiled is absolutely his fault. But she is also very close to her mother and admires her very much.

Laila does not exactly have the best track record of controlling her djinn abilities, especially when she's angered. It wasn't too much of a problem growing up, she's mostly a homebody and surrounded by family, and people who know about the magical world, so losing control could be easily covered up and often didn't even need to be. However, one time, she, her best friends Kiran and Isabella, and some other friends went to a concert and as they were leaving, some grown ass adult kept hitting on Kiran, and they were literally 12 years old at the time, how disgusting. It was a kids concert too, like what is that guy even doing? Trash. In her annoyance, Laila exploded his hands, she wasn't aiming to do that, but she has no regrets either. That was a little bit harder to cover up, since it was in public, but ya know, it's Dubai, they're rich, buh-bai pedo. This was not the only time she lost control, but she assumes it was probably this incident that got her on the academy's radar.

Before getting the email, Laila was all set to continue her high school level education at the private school she was attending. Honestly, at first she thought it was spam, all the magic training she's received so far has been passed down generation to generation within family, so she wasn't even aware of Thistle Grove Academy's existence. She was unsure of whether or not to attend, she's already got her dadi and taiji (paternal aunt-in-law) for deeper magical instruction, her mommy for the basics, and she's a Raichand, she can get anything she needs at any time. Ultimately, she was convinced to attend by her one of her besties, Isabella, who is a legacy at Thistle Grove and also got the email.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: Djinn (also romanized as jinn, anglicized as genies, as a being can also be analogous to an angel, demon, or fairy, but none are entirely accurate)

𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜: Laila has a number of abilities as a Djinn, such as shapeshifting, mind control, astral projection and body possession, however, ultimately each distinct ability is governed by the same factor and all of them can be classified under the singular power of "Essokinesis", the ability to control reality, though Laila was taught that her power is to make HER wishes come true. Some guy touches her friend and she wants his bones to explode? Okay, boom. Papa's work trip is taking too long, oops, suddenly he's back in India. She wants Valyrian silver-gold hair, she got Valyrian silver-gold hair, that one can at least be hidden easily, you know how awkward it is when you're in the middle of a gun fight in an undisclosed location, and then suddenly poof into the centre of a massive Diwali celebration?

Because her magic is linked to her thoughts and desires, it's hard for Laila to control her abilities and prevent herself from making the silliest thing reality, to forcibly keep her powers from manifesting, she usually wears a simple gold taweez (amulet) given to her by her aunt-in-law's father, Zafar Khan Qadri, who is a Sufi of an Indian branch of the Qadiri Order (as a VERY quick, oversimplified explainary, a Sufi is basically someone who practices Islamic mysticism, honestly of the ones I've met and have been told about, they're more like nerds about magic in relation to Islam rather than a magical priest, but whatever, also Sufism is divided into a bunch of orders which all eventually trace back to Mohammad cause he the OG of everything).

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬: Arabic, Hindi, Urdu, Turkish, English, French, Portugese (Brazilian), Italian, Russian

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲? Pretty chooses pretty? She honestly doesn't know, the general meaning of Peonies is shame, bashfulness, and anger, and like, anger makes sense, but shame? bashfulness? Laila is opposite of that, she's not cinderella, she's the Prince, what does she have to be ashamed about? The meaning of Peonies in China however fits her more, or rather her family, prosperity and honour certainly vibe with the Raichand's and how they value and market their family name.

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦: Bahar Şahin

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝: https://urstyle.fashion/styles/3630790 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: https://urstyle.fashion/collections/229400 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭: https://www.pinterest.ca/evewinterdragon/villainess-barbie/ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1CHLJ7232UMzgbBRjmzTuh?si=bbaeb3521df34663

[wingedscribe]

1, 6, 15 for Tav backstory asks! Your choice or do one for each of them, whatever you prefer!

I'll do each for all of them because I love any excuse to talk about my OCs! For a brief overview of the three, Akakios is my Dark Urge playthrough and is a half-drow Paladin of Devotion; Hithala is. well. Hithala uses the wood elf body but is a hexblood druid of the circle of spores; finally, Tanith is a half-elven Cleric of Selune.

Is your Tav Baldurian? If yes, did they grow up in Baldur’s Gate? If no, where are they from?

Akakios is Balduran, growing up in Baldur's Gate -- although they can't remember it, given the uhhh. [Gestures toward the cranial trauma in the Dark Urge's past.] Hithala is not Balduran and grew up in the middle of a forest (I haven't decided which Faerun forest it is, it doesn't particularly matter) and spent most of his time pre-game wandering in less civilized areas. Finally, Tanith is from the area around Baldur's Gate, but didn't grow up in the city itself, although she has visited it multiple times.

6. When did your Tav learn their abilities/skills?

With Akakios they can't actively remember it, but they learned their abilities -- if that's the right word for them -- as the Dark Urge when they were around fourteen years old, proceeded to swear off using them forever (this did not work) and joined an order of Paladins, learning how to channel divine power to aid others through their adolescence there. It wasn't enough to stop their blood from taking its due, but when they woke up with no memory it was their Paladin's oaths that they clung to.

Hithala learned some basics of nature magic from the hag that raised him, although it was largely through observation -- the hag wasn't really interested in teaching what she saw as an unfortunate step on the path to making another hag. However, once he left her house, he took refuge in a local druidic circle, and that was where he learned most of his skills as a druid.

Tanith's entire family are Selunites, so once it was clear that she had both a lot of faith and a deep connection to the goddess she became an acolyte of the local temple, and from there her cleric powers came into focus as she devoted her time and energy to serving Selune. Her specific focus as a Tempest Cleric came from her conviction that someone had to strike at Selune's enemies before they could do harm to the innocent.

15. Do they have any sentimental items?

Akakios has a battered old book on the oaths of Paladin orders that they woke up with; the more they learn about themself pre-amnesia, the more confusing the fact that they held onto this was, but as the player I can say it's because there was always a part of Akakios who still very much wanted to be the strong, noble paladin who protected people and wanted to be the hero, and even though pregame Akakios had been convinced that they could never be anything but the villain, they kept that book of oaths anyway.

Hithala has a few things that he is emotionally attached to, but the main one would be a necklace with an amber pendant, holding a leaf from the forest he grew up in. It was a gift from his first love, a fellow druid named Rowan Tavverin -- Rowan was human, so Hith has long outlived him at this point, but in lieu of a wedding ring keeps the necklace with him at all times.

Tanith doesn't have a strong attachment to many things -- a lot of her belongings she sees as stuff she's been given by her goddess/the temple she typically works out of, and so she's happy to give them to someone who would need them more than she does and just make her way to wherever she can find the next thing she needs -- but her holy symbol, a Selunite pendant she's kept since childhood, is extremely precious to her. She had one of a matched pair with a childhood friend of hers, to the point that they swapped them before that friend went out into the woods for her coming-of-age ceremony -- where she was, Tanith assumes, killed by Sharran hunters, along with the rest of her family (if this sounds similar to a companion's backstory, there's a reason for that! Neither Tanith nor Shadowheart know it, though), so Tanith holds onto the pendant as the last part of her best friend she has with her.

Thank you so much for the questions -- if anyone else wants to ask about these three gay adventurers feel free to send me questions from this list: https://wingedscribe.tumblr.com/post/736382006258253824 or, you know, whatever questions you have.

[starleska]

Expressionism and Red Academia for Jack? 👀

hehehe oh my goodness what a great set you've chosen!!! okay, here they are for 'Big' Jack Horner 😉

😱Expressionism😱 ~ Describe to us exactly how your F/O makes you feel! Or, for a twist, describe how you make your F/O feel! Or do both!

oh…Mr Horner makes my gut twist with excitement 😖💖 he's just so imposing and forthright, with absolutely no qualms when it comes to speaking his mind and taking what he wants…it's that domineering, single-minded focus that leaves no room for distraction or inadequate results which really gets me;;; i know if i met the man in real life i would be a trembling mess and wouldn't be able to get a word in edgeways…something he would doubtless exploit, either for his own gain or amusement 😳 take a shot for every Jack fan who enjoys being bullied by a big, awful man!! 😂 because the idea of Jack holding any feelings for me makes me want to fold up into a pretzel shape, i'll answer with how he feels towards my OC, Aspen Branch 😉

i think Jack is quietly horrified with himself for giving in to what he considers his 'baser urges' - and he can't even begin to think about being in love. he tries to rationalise his desire to be with Aspen as a natural reaction to a beautiful woman, and that it's a strong, powerful emotion…but in reality, he's scared. intimacy is something Jack feels he has no room for, not anymore...he discards people with ease now he's so big and powerful. love is something which makes him feel small, and weak, and powerless...and to not be in control of who he falls for - especially such a delicate, soft individual? it's something which makes him tear his hair out 😖

🍷Red Academia🍷 ~ What’s your favorite fun-fact about your F/O?

haha, less a fun-fact and more a personal headcanon!! i like to think Jack artificially enhanced his enormous body with magical items - kind of Shrek-universe equivalent of steroids. i just find it very unlikely that Jack ended up that huge when his parents are a very normal size!! after all, we do see Jack tinkering with the Alice in Wonderland size snacks…i really love the AU some folks have come up with, where Jack meets The Fairy Godmother and they strike up a highly unethical deal to get Jack his desired size. i imagine The Fairy Godmother sizes Jack up as a useful 'friend' - a wealthy connection with a pie empire which almost certainly smuggles illegal circumstances in its pastries 👀 ahhh, i love answering for Jack!! thanks so much for this one :3c [ask game]

[plethomacademia]

9, 15, 24

Thank you for the ask, sorry I got weird about tadpoles yesterday instead of answering LOL.

Answering for this meme and I might do 21 even if no one asks because I want to talk about Maeve songs.

9. How does your Dark Urge feel about the city?

I think pre-tadpole Maeve probably felt super constrained by the city! She was raised on the road by Sceleratis and didn't like how she never got to sit still, but then once she was forced to sit still, I think she started wanting to go again. Maybe pre-tadpole Maeve was just miserable in general!

Tadpole Maeve likes the noise of the city. She doesn't like when sometimes she turns on a street and gets a feeling that she should know it. But in general, she loves noise and people and sights and smells. She doesn't know it but she's making up for lost time.

15. What is your Dark Urge's greatest fear?

Same for all versions of Maeve: lack of control over her choices. Their definitions of control are different since pre-game Maeve never has full control and never expects to, but when agency is taken from her, when her body just does things, it really gets to her. Too bad she's like a body created to eventually contain the spirit of her god father lol.

24. Does you Dark Urge have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

F L U T E

Pre-game Maeve gets to keep her flute because it doesn't do any harm, she is doing her job, and Sceleratis notices that just letting the idiot play for herself keeps her from acting stupid. It's a concession and she treasures it because she knows it's something that could be taken away. She wishes she could figure out how to fit it in her life, how to use it to focus her magic like she really wants to, but she can't figure out how to make it fit.

I head canon (and will likely write this) that in game, Maeve comes out of her pod, she's freaking out, she's looking for a weapon and instead she finds a pretty gross looking wood stick that was in her pod with her? But then she realizes she knows how to hold it, how to use it. Interacting with her flute is a huge way she orients to the world in those first days. I think she even first remembers her name while playing it. Music is a very tactile thing, a very emotional thing.

I actually head canon that one of the reasons Maeve is able to resist is because she gets that flute so early. When I play her bad girl run, I will be playing as a sorcerer in a way to mimic more how she is in my long fic.

[emmrichvolkarnage]

ryker locksworth my fucking BELOVED - gen 3 + 7, story 3 + 15, romance 9

Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

generally he's easygoing- comments towards shadowheart, lae'zel, and gale are pointing out eccentricities like the others, covering for how he can't read them off the bat. karlach gets his most enthusiastic response where he'll say that woman could throw a rager that would put me under. i'm here for it. wyll also gets unique dialogue where ryker mentions as a fellow pact-bearer that he worries for wyll, and that he's too young to be doing this kind of thing (to which the pc can point out he was also doing the same thing at the same age, stop treating wyll like a kid, and he just goes Hey.)

Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

YES and he also likely reaches the culmination of it in ater the shadow-cursed lands after revealing his pact and the odd nature of the deal to the pc (the raven queen has my heart because my soul is already claimed), and helping him face off against raphael to strike a second bargain to mephistopheles to exchange a missing item stolen from him for ryker's soul. branching routes: forcing ryker to deal for his soul back, Persuading ryker to deal for his soul back, faiing a deal for his soul, and striking a deal for a different but powerful magic item. it's not the full package but it hits ryker somewhere deep regardless of if you get it or not, and his behavior in act 3 will change if he gets it back to be more cautious after having a huge mental breakdown of what was i risking myself for all this time.

How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

ryker perhaps has one of the strongest reactions as a monster hunter who has made a career off of vampire hunting- those two do Not get along at all after the fact, and ryker does try to urge the player to watch the fuck out.

How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?

natural instinctive cautious reaction- ryker will respond Kindly about it but with spectacularly high insight the pc can read that being a "fuck me are you going to get me next, let me get on your good side/see what's up". if durge reveals yeah i have no fucking idea i cannot remember shit, that gets sideswept for Total Curiosity and a diligent man on the case to figure out what the fuck is going on with you

How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?

mizora: BAD. he will scold the pc for being fucking gullible, and being lucky all she did was get you off with a billion soul deaths. if you're in a romance with him, he ends it there, not because you cheated (he's very polyam with a "whatever goes" policy) but because he does not trust your judgement. the emperor: ...curiosity and reluctance. he's clearly not thrilled about it at all but he definitely thought about it. haarlep: BAD BAD BAD!!! another romance-ender for similar reasons to mizora, but more you never engage with an incubus without knowing the terms you're agreeing to.

[noirleo]

Ooh, are we sharing TMNT OCs? Mine is a fluffy Ragamuffin cat mutant with white fur, pink curly hair and blue eyes. She's a bit tall, plus-sized and is an anxious cinnamon roll. At her best she's a lot like Pinkie Pie from MLP: Friendship is magic, but she also deals a lot with anxiety, depression and some PTSD..

She eventually acquires a mystic item called The Heart of Healing, which heals wounds, cures poison and illnesses, and places a force field around a wounded comrade to protect them while healing in combat.

Over time she learns basic self-defense and takes fencing lessons from Senior Hueso. She has a long way to go as far as being allowed to be in combat, but she's getting at least to the point where the boys and April aren't quite as worried.

She loves drawing, singing, writing, dancing in the kitchen, swimming, watching nature documentaries, reading, cosplay, collecting stuffed animals and anime figurines, taking "cat-naps", video games and cuddling.

She's very physically affectionate and comforting, and loves giving and receiving physical touch and words of affirmation. She gets incredibly flustered when people flirt with her, but she loves exchanging cheesy puns and dad jokes. She sometimes makes art for her friends and likes to cook simple meals for them.

She's much smarter and better educated than she lets on, and will info-dump about her passions if she's not careful. She also really enjoys it when people get excited to talk about projects with her!

She was human before, but engages in some feline behaviors (rubbing her cheeks unintentionally on someone or something to "mark" them, purring, tacking carpet pieces to her wall for her to scratch, being chased by dogs/Gus the demon dog, curling up for naps almost anywhere, and needing to obsessively be clean/brushed/smelling nice).

She does not have a raspy tongue, thank goodness, and she blunts her claws to keep from accidentally hurting herself or others. Otherwise most of her body looks surprisingly human.

She has a younger sister (based on my own sister!) who was mutated into a mystic spider girl and temporarily taken under Big Mama's wing, until a team effort convinced her to leave and find her own place in the city. I ship said spider sis with Cassandra "Casey" Jones.

I'm kind of struggling on who I want to ship her with out of the boys. I'm actually writing a fan fiction with her and to be honest, I love all the boys so much. ❤💙💜💛 Any suggestions would be so appreciated!

I have a strong feeling she and Mikey would at least be besties for resties.

Sorry if this is a lot! I have a bit of art for her too.

Michan, the Ragamuffin cat girl mutant, is the one with the pink hair and blue dress on the right. Her friend Rumiko is the fox girl on the left.

as an older sister the urge to add your siblings into the mix is so real i always add mine in somehow lol

ok i know you said she keeps her claws dulled but, for your consideration

boom. claw caps.

anyways

does she do that thing where cats go up to someone to help them stretch and they raise their arms up in the air? i feel like raph would really get a kick out of that

she sounds like such a cutie, and i love that she’s a healer which is a totally underrated role for characters to play imo

[vivaldiny]

TBoI headcannons/AU (I guess)

So, uhh, to the reason I got an account here💀

Me and @hyafrok were talking about how we'd approach making a TBoI AU, and I felt the need to share my, uhh, headcanon/AU stuff with someone else.

Just a bit of a warning: I might have unintentionally drawn inspiration from some ideas I've seen, so I apologise in advance if something seems similar to other AUs.

I also apologise if I sound unsure or if my wording is a bit wonky. I don't always have a specific interpretation of stuff from the game, plus expressing my thoughts in English is harder.

So, I think I can begin with saying that I prefer to keep a bit closer to canon, and it's more of a "how i would adapt game mechanics if I were to write a story" thing. 

I guess the main difference is that all characters except dead versions of Isaac are separate individuals. But are they born from the mind of Isaac or are they real? I'd actually leave it up to the interpretation.

Oh, and important note: their age for me is vague, but it's definitely not five. I'll be calling them children in this post, but they are closer to the teenagers, I guess. Or young adults.

As for the other things...

Basement and all other locations do come from the subconscious of Isaac. In fact, they would feel like something out a fever dream. A seemingly endless maze full of weird rooms, with strange creatures and items that sometimes look like they represent your experiences... Almost no character knows how this whole place works and why they're here in the first place.

Each floor is huge, by the way. So much so that multiple characters might not even meet one another.

Everyone has very little memory of coming to the Basement. They remember their past lives and veeery vaguely remember circumstances that led them to ending up in this weird place.

Characters don't use tears and rely on weapons instead. Or their ability to run away and/or distract the inhabitants of the Basement for long enough.

Keys, bombs and coins are the real thing, hearts... I'm not sure, actually. They represent different thing in the game (like blue hearts being assosiated both with holy protection, the feeling of comfort and the dead) so I feel like it'd be individual. For now, I'd treat red heart pickups as something akin to the food and blue/black ones as something closer to magical items - they dissipate on touch and create sort of an aura. They're also signs of divine/infernal protection aaand they might influence emotions (blue hearts make you feel comforted and/or happier, while black ones' effects range from the feeling of emptiness to the enhancement of negative emotions... or hidden urges. The damaging properties of the latter are also linked to the bearer's pain or hatred towards attackers). As for the starting hearts, it depends on a character.

By the way, finding pickups is more like randomly stumbling upon a lost item. Or finding it in your pockets sometimes. Anyway, they don't just... drop.

Characters need to eat and drink. Luckily, red hearts are a good food source. As for water, it can be obtained from the "wild" or bought in shops/arcade rooms. ...Yes, both these rooms additionally provide commodities.

Since there are no tears, some items have no effects and are just subproducts of the subconscious... and a source of trauma and/or confusion for some characters (would there be an episode of Cain finding Abel? Maybe). Other items, however, retain their effects and serve as a sort of amulets.

There are no heart container increases. Food is, well, food and all other items are more about regeneration or increased endurance.

Most active items and tarot should be channeled (and yes, not all characters might get the hang of it as fast). Other require a specific interaction (like throwing a dice). Actives also probably have different compatibility with different characters. Yes, these'd require some experimentation to understand how they work.

Satan exists. He's, however, not really evil: he just needs hearts/souls to keep Sheol running and... well, I think anyone would be pissed if a bunch of kids broke into their place, killed their demons and had the audacity to come directly to them.

Angels also exist, and they are willing to help as long as you don't bomb them. Why are they suddenly aggressive in the Cathedral? Well, I think anyone would be pissed if a bunch of kids broke into their cathedral, smashed all the vases and then tried to find the very source of the dungeon-

Oh, and speaking of angels and demons - Satan deals are where heart containers actually matter. With "heart up" items you can make more deals before feeling exhausted, empty and weak.

There is actually the third major force in a dungeon, and it's Ultra Greed and his greedlings. It's not clear why he surfaced in a first place, but he and his "family" are sort of dungeon keepers. Whatever is not handled by the weird dream stuff, is their job. Why are some of them suddenly aggresive? Well... That's a good question, actually. I'd personally say that some of them are just greedy assholes. As for the Ultra Greed himself, he's not particularly fond of intruders.

Aaand the last thing for now: death. Death exists, but not for the characters. Each time they die, they just go back to the beginning... while losing all of their memories. So, from their perspective they've never died and it's just an endless journey in the dungeon. However, they still might get deja vu, feel like they somehow know how things work or straight up have pieces of their memories resurface.

The only exceptions to the rule are various ressurection items. They allow the bearer to retain their memories, but the second death will work as usual, with memory wipe and all. In my head, there are only two characters that might stay undead till the end: Lazarus (the rule of death after ressurection doesn't work on him) and Judas (as a shadow).

That's probably all! I really hope that it sounds not as silly as it sounds for me, and. Yeah. Pretty nervous about it.

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Good luck on your BG3 journey!! It's a good game with great characters, the only drawback is the fact that the fandom can be as insane as the HOTD one (if not even more so) with the discourse it generates, although once you find your place in it with other like-minded people whilst ignoring the crazy ones, all is going to be fine.

I only played the game once (and now I'm doing my second playthrough as a Dark Urge) as a sorcerer so I'm far from being an expert when it comes to giving advice but: you're right about Astarion not needing the Gloves of Dexterity since you can max his DEX really fast and by the time you get those gloves, they will be totally redundant. For him, I would go with the Gloves of Power or the Gloves of Thievery (the latter are great since they give advantage to Sleight of Hand checks which is especially good if you use him a lot to steal from merchants, lockpick and disarm traps). You can get both of those quite early in Act 1.

The Gloves of Dexterity will serve your character better. Like you said, you can dump your DEX stats once you get them and put those points into WIS instead. There are no magical items so early in the game that could help get higher WIS stats so, you either do what you suggested already or…get Shadowheart to help you (the Enhance Ability spell can be really good), which you clearly don't want. Oh and since you mentioned you are going to fight Ethel, well, without spoiling too much, you can get a +1 to an Ability Point of your choosing if you accept an offer she is going to make to you.

I personally didn't bother with the wisdom checks that much, they're not that many to begin with (compared to the charisma checks you get in almost every dialogue) and failing some of them throughout the game isn't such a big deal. IIRC, there's really one one consequential WIS check that you have to pass later in game if you want to refuse something that will be given to you but even that can be avoidable (you can refuse without needing to pass the check) if you resist indulging in a certain thing (I'm keeping this vague for spoiler reasons). Other than that, I wouldn't worry too much, just have fun playing as you see fit.

omg anon thank you so much for this message!!! <333333 i'm really getting into it, i don't really want to do anything else. is this brainrot what being a GAYMER is like???

the only drawback is the fact that the fandom can be as insane as the HOTD one (if not even more so) with the discourse it generates, although once you find your place in it with other like-minded people whilst ignoring the crazy ones, all is going to be fine.

you see i find this hilarious because my boyfriend insisted the other day that (with a few exceptions, as per his words, referring to the astarionwives) this fandom was "wholesome". 😂 i am squinting my eyes v hard at that statement

I only played the game once (and now I'm doing my second playthrough as a Dark Urge)

so fun! yeah i am thinking of maybe going Dark Urge myself one day, depending on how long it takes me to go through the game. the teacher's pet in me feels like i have to do every quest LOL it's gonna take me ages to finish

but: you're right about Astarion not needing the Gloves of Dexterity since you can max his DEX really fast and by the time you get those gloves, they will be totally redundant. For him, I would go with the Gloves of Power or the Gloves of Thievery (the latter are great since they give advantage to Sleight of Hand checks which is especially good if you use him a lot to steal from merchants, lockpick and disarm traps). You can get both of those quite early in Act 1. The Gloves of Dexterity will serve your character better. Like you said, you can dump your DEX stats once you get them and put those points into WIS instead.

oh thank you so much! ikr?? i'm gonna give astarion 18 DEX as soon as i can level him up anyway so why bother? i was really vehement to dump the stat altogether, because i was thinking there was nothing in it FOR ME as a wizard, but then i realised i'm really getting pounded in fights because of my low dexterity!! "i'm just a girl" energy fr. currently i'm using Gloves of Missile Snaring and Sidestep Boots on Mirta (my tav) (i'm gonna go back to the spider cave, which is why i need them)

i did give astarion some fancy gloves, though, perhaps even the gloves of power, i'll have to check but he does have something on

There are no magical items so early in the game that could help get higher WIS stats so, you either do what you suggested already or…get Shadowheart to help you (the Enhance Ability spell can be really good), which you clearly don't want.

I personally didn't bother with the wisdom checks that much, they're not that many to begin with (compared to the charisma checks you get in almost every dialogue) and failing some of them throughout the game isn't such a big deal.

yeah, i'm really set on having high charisma because my hope is to manipulate these rugrats into doing what i want. but the wisdom checks have proven annoying, i have to say. and i don't really want to be dragging shadowheart with me all the time because... i can't stand her! 😂 my bf is a shadowwife and keeps telling me to be patient with her but she is just getting on my nerves 🤌i respecc'd her to be a Life Cleric and she is more useful now, at the very least.

but i want to rotate my companions so it's kind of important to be able to progress without shadowheart

Oh and since you mentioned you are going to fight Ethel, well, without spoiling too much, you can get a +1 to an Ability Point of your choosing if you accept an offer she is going to make to you.

exciting!! i wouldn't know where to put it exactly, though, since i read online that having odd numbers is not really giving you a bonus in bg3. so, for example, if i were to have DEX 9, the game would consider it the same way as DEX 8, and if i had WIS 11 it would be the same as WIS 10. one of my friends (who is the wisest bg3 expert out of our group) told me that having 18 for my main ability (INT) is the roughly the same as being maxed out, at least on easy mode (which i'm playing, as it's my first foray into DnD)

anyway, first of all, i'm gonna go find the soap mod asap since i just found out today you're supposed to clean yourself so you don't stink ☠️ and i have found exactly 0 bars of soap and 0 sponges so far, so i'm not gonna bother with that 😂 then i'm gonna keep my party of shadowheart, wyll and lae'zel to check out the shipwreck marker on the map

after that the plan is to go back to camp, switch lae'zel out for astarion and go back to ethel (since astarion expressed interest in her so i'm curious if he'll act out in some way)