#paladin dense

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]

One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.

[hearteyedbunny]

other people aboard the prydwen seeing Art and Danse talking and Art is just. standing really close to Danse, touching Danse's arm a little, ACTUALLY SMILING?, and looping his hair around his finger while he talks. no one would say anything but they know. they know. now if only Danse knew.

[shipperwolf1]

G'raha "Biggest Imposter Syndrome since Hythlodaeus" Tia over there doing the impossible and literally becoming the beacon of hope looked towards for generations in the First when things get tough is just over there watching us like, "If only I could be so grossly incandescent."

Istg!!!!!!

Also, he's a white mage, a black mage, AND a paladin. Does he need physical weapons to tank with? NO OFC NOT, HE'LL JUST MAGIC SOME INTO EXISTENCE AND THEY WORK JUST AS WELL!

His soul is just as dense as ours due to the exarch merge, making him sorta kinda eight times rejoined? Just like us? He's a "WoL" of his own making. Hydaelyn may not have personally smooched him on the forehead like she did us, but she didn't need to. Raha badassed his way to becoming our equal.

And don't even get me STARTED on Mr. "I'm not entirely useless" Hythlodaeus I WILL SCREAM

[istoleyoursk1n]

Hi can you do halsin Gale and Astarion with a very explicit and flirty paladin s/o who looks super stoic and serious please?

Like they’re there standing stoic and menacing and then whispers in their ear the dirtiest pick up line ever?

Like I think they’d have a funny reaction!

Feel free to refuse ofc! Thanks anyways!

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How would Halsin, Gale, and Astarion react to a paladin who looks stoic/strict only for them to be an explicit and flirty?

(Damn, reminds me of my PaladinLMAO)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Oh, darling, and just when I thought you were as dense as a brick wall. I never could have guessed that beneath all that was a cheeky little flirt. All that dirt coming out of such a filthy mouth, you ought to have someone clean it out for you, my sweet.”

He was the one being the flirty ass at first, hitting on you in every teasing way he could think of with the hopes that perhaps someday he’d get a reaction out of you for his own amusement.

You never seemed to comment on his “advances” at first, you remained as stern as usual with little but a side glance to offer.

Probably got personally offended each time his usual charms failed but he was persistent. More so because he wanted to prove that he could truly seduce even the most stoic of hearts.

He made it his personal mission to make you crack, but along the way, he may or may not have fallen for you. Regardless, the realization absolutely horrified him.

Perhaps he just has the worst luck ever or you finally started to begin your master plan of turning the tables against him but nevertheless, he wasn't prepared at all for what you had in store for him.

He was already taking quite the liking to you, so the moment you began whispering such depraved yet smooth words into his ear, he was shocked and speechless for the first time in years.

His mind was practically breaking apart as you laid out every filthy thing you had in mind. He truly couldn't tell if this was utterly fucked or if he was somehow into it.

You would be the sole reason a tint of color finally appears in his otherwise undead skin. The tint being a bright shade of red of course.

He goes from being startled, angry, confused, flustered and then eventually hitting you right back with a little pick up line of his own once he’s finally calmed down.

Now both of you end up teasing and flirting with each other as sneakily as possible, both of you trying to outdo the other in terms of who could fluster whom the most.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“I…oh gods, love, you truly don't understand the things you do to this heart of mine. Of all the weaknesses I could have possibly gotten, you are one I’d welcome with open arms. I have stood proud amongst a Goddess but for you? I’d fall to my knees.”

He was slightly intimated by you at first by how stoic you appeared to be. You seemed like a person who’d prioritize business and work above all else, repelling anyone with nothing more than a glare.

He wasn't even sure how to approach you, he was already admiring you from afar but he feared that you would have never felt the same. Not when it felt as if your heart was locked within walls of stone.

He tried to shoot his shot once or twice, but they were always met with a few words of acknowledgment or even worse, a mere nod.

As much as he wished to simply move on from his utter fixation on you, he can't help but pine. You’re something he's grown to truly desire in ways he could hardly express.

However, one way or another, every little attraction he’s felt for you thus far is revealed by him. Completely exposing just how smitten he truly is by you and perhaps that single moment of true vulnerability is what finally made you snap.

Pull him close and abruptly whisper every depraved fantasy and dirty pickup line you've thought of just for him and he’d die. I mean, melting right then and there into a puddle of shame.

For a man who talks too much, he suddenly becomes oddly quiet, his eyes wide with a certain gleam of helplessness that makes him look all the more exposed to you.

For once in his life he’s stuttering his words, barely even able to hang onto a sentence without having to take a moment to breathe or silently whimper out in a mix of embarrassment, confusion, and frustration.

Dropping one of your pickup lines would be just enough to have this man in a chokehold. Truly. It’s one of the only ways to actually silence him.

He’s not one for pickup lines but he’d try his damn best to voice out his admiration for you similar to how a poet would describe their one and only muse. Through each sweet whisper, you dare utter, he falls deeper and deeper in love with you.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“My heart, I beg of you. Each word, each whisper, even the soft tingle of your breath against my skin- you are a walking temptation that I so longingly wish to taste. My blood runs wild when you are near and I fear what I may do to you if you if you continue on.”

He was hardly bothered by the fact that you seemed a tad bit uptight. He has met far too many people similar to you and he’s learned better than to judge someone based on appearances alone.

Doesn't change the fact that he was in fact attracted to you.

The thing is, he respects you too much to ever make a move. At least, not for a while. Most conversations you’d have with Halsin were of the friendly sort at first, prioritizing the mission at hand before anything else.

However, in truth, the way his eyes practically brightened and his breath ever so subtly quivered when you approached was something you could have slowly picked up on.

He eventually slides very discrete hints about his attraction toward you, simply testing the waters to see if you would reciprocate. However, he truly never expected you to actually take the bait.

Before he could even properly make a move on you, you were already whispering every one of your sweetly depraved desires into his ear, catching him completely off guard.

He knew that there must have been more beneath your hardened exterior but he would have never suspected this. But is he complaining? Absolutely not.

But do be careful when and where you decide to whisper such things to him because you may or may not be seconds away from being utterly ravished by one bear of a man against the nearest surface.

Do so in public spaces where it's safe to tease him, giving you the freedom to watch as his breath heaves and his voice breaks just by the smoothened words coming out of your dirty mouth.

Nevertheless, he’s absolutely obsessed with your little flirty remarks, said remarks being enough to fluster him instantaneously. All the lovers he had taken in his life and yet he had never met one who could madden him as much as you do.

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[craziechwiv]

The Paladin and their Succubus frenemy - 1

Jaune the Paladin was on a quest to find some herbs for a nearby village, plucking away at some he found while he sang a tune to himself. All was going well apart from some altercations with wild animals, until he heard someone's voice snickering in the distance.

He instinctly got up with quick haste and pulled out his shield and sword, preparing for a brawl only to see no one around his vicinity. That is until he felt a sharp cold feeling go down his spine and the gaze of someone watching him.

???: Ooo, you're getting quicker by the day our paths cross; oh glorious paladin of mine~.

Jaune: sigh, Ruby...why are you here?

Jaune lowered his guard and turned around, to be greeted by a short, black haired girl with red tips. She smiled innocently at the paladin as he walked up to him, swaying her hips side to side and placing a hand on his chest, trailing her finger down to his...lower part.

Succubus!Ruby: I'm just here to see my favorite target. It's not often to meet such a strong man, in faith and in endurance that is~.

Jaune grimaced to how they first met, with him still bearing the scars of her claw marks on his armor and his back. During then, she merely tried to seduce him before trying to kill him straight off. Now? She is more of a nuisance than any.

Jaune: Uh huh, like I'll believe the word of an insatiable lusted demon. Could you please not get in the way of my task this time? I'm in the middle of collecting-

Succubus!Ruby: These?

Jaune turned around to face her, only to see her holding a bag that she extended towards him. Jaune hesitantly took the bag from her before checking its contents. He couldn't believe his eyes as he saw it was full of some herbs he needed a bunch of or he hadn't found yet. He turned his gaze back towards the succubus who just looked at him with a shrug.

Succubus!Ruby: I heard you we're looking for these by...spying on you when you were still at the village. So, I took the initiative of finding most of them for you. I wouldn't want my favorite Paladin getting harmed, you know~.

Jaune his ignored her other comment but was grateful for her help, even if she was what he sworn to slay. Neither the less, Jaune patted her head softly, a surprise to Ruby who backed away from the action as Jaune looked at her with a stern look.

Jaune: I'm grateful for you doing this for me, but still know we're still on opposite sides at the end of the day.

Succubus!Ruby: U-Uh huh...

Jaune nodded back and made his leave from the dense forest, leaving a flustered Ruby who licked her lips slowly, as she sprouted her wings and tail that she hides when meeting mortal beings.

"Well...now I DEFINITELY want him~."

Next chapter >

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Credit for the idea goes to @goldenhawk18550 even if he didn't want it.

[psin314]

paladin dragonborn and her beloved kobold druid, who saved her life

its poorly written sorry. 😔✊ in short, the woman was like a personal knight, bodyguard of some prince, they were very close and dear to each other. and the prince was in constant danger, probably some kind of royal affairs. and they somehow had to ran away from some bad guys. the woman fought well, but there were more of them. in the end, she was thrown off the cliff, all wounded, and the prince was taken with them somewhere. they didn’t check whether she was dead or not, they thought that she would bleed to death from her wounds and cut off tongue, and they didn’t bother to look at how she was doing. moreover, the forest is dense, deserted and probably uninhabited. and this place was perfect for the druid lizard. he was just picking mushrooms when he heard a noise, and then saw a large knight behind him, who fell at his feet. well, of course, the lizard didn’t leave her, he collected some herbs in 3 seconds and stopped the bleeding, and then nursed her for weeks, feeding her all sorts of healthy, but very bitter soups and decoctions. and at the same time tried to understand her gestures and mumbles. that's how they became friends.

[captainofthetidesbreath]

What classes do you think the mighty nein would play, were they to play dnd? Bonus round would they be good at dnd.

I had a post about this like back in 2020 or something that I cannot find, so I don't know if my opinions have changed since then. I don't have anyone down as DMing because I assume that even their forever DM has a preferred class.

Fjord - Cleric I don't think Fjord would like tanking that much because getting attacked makes him nervous, but he doesn't want to be a glass cannon either. I think that he would initially go for cleric because he simply wants to be useful and helpful, but he didn't necessarily realize how big of a job being the cleric is. He starts out as a just Cure Wounds dispenser, but quickly flourishes into a Holy Terror Wrath Of The Righteous Divine cleric. He loves doing that. His mechanics are solid and efficient and he's tactically astute, but he's a timid roleplayer who struggles to initiate scenes. He's solid if drawn into scenes and forgets to be self-conscious because he's got a better character sense than he thinks. Literally do not ask him what the overall plot of the campaign is because he cannot remember no matter how hard he tries; he remembers individual PC arcs though. I think he'd also like paladins, bards, and druids, and I do think he'd be willing to play some of the more involved fighters like the Knights subclasses and the cooler rangers.

Beau - Wizard She wants to be the person in the game who gets all the information, and that's usually a wizard. She wants to put her little hands all over all the lore, and also she loves having a spell list that's a billion miles long. She does not want you to know that she feels so smugly satisfied playing a character who can do the research and have the connections and know the information. She absolutely hates that this means she's made of tissue paper, so she tends toward Con wizard. Her mechanics and exploration work are really good, and she is stellar at engaging in the world in a way that's highly informed by her character class. She struggles with the roleplaying part of things a lot. She has a decent grasp of character, it's the actual RPing part that she has trouble with. If you can convince her to play a charisma caster, which she is afraid of doing, she'd also enjoy bard a lot. Also monks and artificers.

Caleb - Wizard This is self-explanatory. Caleb is a guy who plays a wizard or the full damage caster in every single game. This is who he is. He is great mechanically until you gotta discuss non-spell stuff. He did, in fact, read that portion of the rules, but it was never relevant to him, so he deleted it from his head. His spell choices and use are phenomenal though. He min-maxes but specifically for the weirdest, most niche element that is useful one time, but it is extremely clutch that one time it's relevant. He is also great at the storytelling portion, though his roleplaying can be a little dense or dry. If you can make him play something that's not a wizard, druid or bard. He will not play a healer druid or bard though.

Veth - Warlock She wants to make bad decisions in her games, and she loves that a warlock comes prepackaged with bad decisions. She has a solid grasp of her spellcasting mechanics, but also finds full casting intimidating. She loves the concept of being a wizard in theory but actually playing one stresses her out. She is a very loud and excitable player, which can be a lot of fun if, uh, loud. She fucking supports you and is into whatever it is you're doing, especially if it's so dumb to do. She is inventing the weirdest and most ambiguously intense patron relationship of all time. She also would enjoy paladins, rangers, artificers, and the fancier fighters (again, the Knights subclasses). She could be eased into cleric if a niche in the party is clear and her mechanical role is structured. She can totally handle full casting, including wizards, she just psyches / stresses herself out.

Jester - Bard I feel like people are going to be like "what about barbarian," but I think that Jester tried it once and the comparative lack of options made her really frustrated. She loves the idea of hitting things, but she hates it when 80% of her options is just hitting it. She is attracted to the charisma casters though, because she really likes the charisma skillset, and she really wants to cast a lot of spells. Out of the charisma caster options, she likes bards best because she loves being a little good at everything. She tends to be a little over-competitive about it and gets sulky when she doesn't feel useful enough. She is actually iffy on mechanical nitty-gritty, but her basics and groundwork is solid so it's fine, but she's a really great if melodramatic roleplayer and her social encounter work is great. She is deeply engaged in the narrative and is intensely invested in every NPC. Buys so fucking hard into the suspension of disbelief. She would like the fancier fighters and paladins better than a barbarian.

Molly - Bard He is playing the stereotype bard of everyone's nightmares. I will not further elaborate.

Caduceus - Ranger He does like to ask the plants and animals question in-game as well, and rangers let him do that and have a bit of magic too without being overwhelming as a class. He isn't super interested in doing complex characters; this is not being bad at D&D, to be clear, it's just a preference. He's your friend who is here to play a simple character because he just wants to hang out with you, which I think is always very sweet. That said, he is not very good mechanically. It's a lot of stuff to keep track of even with 5e being a little simpler. I think he would also like playing paladins or the straightforward fighters, or a cleric if he can decide what his niche is and stick to that specifically. He doesn't vibe with barbarians.

Yasha - Druid She is initially drawn to the class for the vibes (always a valid reason to be drawn to a class), but I think she enjoys having spellcasting options and options that aren't "hit it". She is a timid and awkward roleplayer who has a lot of trouble there, even though she has a lot of fun making up backstory and engaging with the lore and story. Her spellcasting is creative and experimental because she loves weird. She is one of the button pushers of the table and is giggling when she does it. (She and Veth are menaces, lmao, it's great.) I think she'd also enjoy bards, maybe clerics and warlocks, and the fancier fighters and rangers.

[dotssu3]

Forgive me for this, but my brain instantly thought of Paladin Dense

it's true though he is my bullet sponge pack mule

[elementcattos]

some palladiums for your purrusal

palladium is used in medicine and purification, though i admit i really just based the first design off of a paladin w/o looking into it much, the second image was created after i learned that its name comes from the asteroid Pallas! the staff in the second image is based off of a catalytic converter combined w/ the rod of asclepius, a symbol of medicine

personality-wise, i imagine palladium to be kind and empathetic, as it's noted to be the softest and least dense of the platinum group metals

Omg :3ccc I really like the idea of giving them antennae since they're named after an asteroid & so may be friends with Iridium who is found in meteorites............ I dig the paladin hood too lol might keep it as a play on their name

[dark-and-kawaii]

love knowing that you’re into bg3 like so many of us Kiwi! Did you love all the romance options or do you wish we could’ve had others because have you seen Dammon and Raphael! Glad to have you back with us btw!

AWHHHHH STOP!!!! You’re going to make me cry! It’s so good to be back on here, honestly!!! Now to answer your lovely question!!!

I was honestly happy at first but the more I played the game the more I saw the potential in adding other characters as romance options…

𝓩𝓮𝓿𝓵𝓸𝓻:

Like, I fell in love with Zevlor the moment I met him and I honestly would’ve picked him over Astarion for my first playthrough if he was an option -yeah yeah I know unpopular opinion.

But as I continued I was so confused as to why he wasn’t available for us because if you don’t go Minthara’s route then he would’ve been the perfect substitute because HELLOOOOO PALADIN!!!!

Not to mention during act two that would’ve been a perfect redemption ark for him, like there was SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!! Like he literally needed a hug after all the shit he’s been through and we weren’t able to grant him that…

He’s been with us since Act one… Up until the end he was with me. So I ask Larian, why wasn’t I allowed to travel and bed with this man!?

Grinds my gears man!!! I’m trying not to spoil too much in case someone hasn’t played yet.

𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷:

Okay okay okay, as for Dammon…. Yeah no, I fucked up bad with him my first play through… uhhhhh he kinda died when the tieflings and I attacked the Druids 🥲 Oops. But during my second run I realized my mistake and he’s very much alive right now 😂!!!

With Dammon I don’t necessarily want him for myself, but rather for Karlach. I ship those two so damn hard it’s unreal!!! He loves her so much, you can just tell 🥹

And when he tells her she’s very touchable, I always kick my feet and giggle!!! Adorable to the max!

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵:

-Gods, just look at him… I love him so much UGHHH!!!-

Now as for our beautiful, smug, elegant cambion, Raphael… OOOOOF don’t get me started because the mouse would’ve pounced on the cat. I LOVE, and I do mean LOVE Raphael. Everything about him I just adore, and again SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

If you go his route there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be able to romance him. Like if you let Haarlep use you and you leave house of hope it indicates that Raphael is doing the nasty with Haarlep in your form once you leave. There’s clearly something there!!! So why can’t we!? I feel they left it during his ending that there might be a dlc for him, I hope, maybe… Also can we all agree that Raphael would’ve been another great villain ending with Tav???

The relationship between Tav and Raphael in game is already so interesting, and if you break into the house of hope to steal from him he looks extremely hurt that you betrayed him. Not to mention he’s like the only one who’s actually upfront with you, I don’t feel like he really hid anything unless you’re dense -no offense-.

Another thing, just because Haarlep says Raphael is bad in bed doesn’t mean he actually is. I feel a lot of individuals forget what Haarlep is 😂 sex is basically their thing.

Not to mention his little helper is basically always saying “he can’t stop talking about you.”

Plus, hold on, we can romance Mizora but not him… Nah!!!

𝓖𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓱:

A lot of people have said Gortash, which at first I didn’t really understand but that’s because I was a huge simp for Karlach and if you’ve played you know…

However the more I play and the more I read into I do understand. He could’ve used a nice redemption after everything he’s been through. He was a pawn, someone to be used, and honestly that was his whole life. So it would’ve been nice if Tav was an option for him.

I feel they could’ve had two endings for him and Tav, a good and a bad. Good being his redemption where Tav opens his eyes like what Tav did for Astarion and then the Bad obviously they rule together.

I feel Larian made a lot of great choices but I also feel they missed a lot of potential, which hopefully they continue to listen to their audience and add more routes in the future. So far they have been so one can hope. I also feel like all of these characters were left to where they could be potentially added later down the road. Fingers crossed!!!

- 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝔀𝓲

[utilitycaster]

I was vaguely hopeful the book would address some problems I had with Laudna, but it sounds like it will not - does this book at least address why Laudna had little to no interest in getting rid of Delilah (or why it took so long for her to even engage with her in campaign?)

ok so I'm trying to write meta but I think it's got to cook, and I also need to clean my actual real-life kitchen, so I'm just going to give you a relatively quick and dirty rundown but short answer: genuinely this book detracts from the campaign. Laudna is a better character if you make up a backstory consistent with the canon of Campaign 3 than if you read this book. The stuff that Marisha probably came up with on the spot for her in episode 76-77? literally better than this entire book, Meghan Thee Paladin be damned, and uh, not to give it away but that doesn't show up in the book at all, in a direct conflict, because it's extremely apparent that literally there wasn't enough pre-planned backstory to write a decent book about.

Matilda Bradbury is in Whitestone; there are rumors about the Briarwoods but life seems kind of fine if a little austere. Her family gets invited to the fateful dinner; Delilah basically tells Matilda that her magic is mid and she'll never amount to anyone noble or fancy. During dinner, her parents are taken away, and then she is called to see a project her father helped the Briarwoods with. Surprise! It's dismemberment. Her father's body was used to help make Grog. Matilda starts screaming. Delilah rather weirdly has her beaten to death instead of like, cutting her throat or something efficient.

She wakes up in a pile of corpses. This is the part that was the preview so you can read it. Real talk I read it while in the endless line to get into the parking structures at Merriweather Post Pavilion to see Mitski and was like oh ok time to let go of my expectations now, I see how it is. This is however the most florid portion and the rest is usually if not more tolerable (see the clumsiness of register-switching - Khaw captures Laudna and Delilah's voices ok, and that of the girl Laudna befriends later, but everything else is a real crapshoot) at least less needlessly dense.

She can't really talk and doesn't remember anything due to suppressing it, which makes sense, and kind of wanders the countryside as a feral being for a year, which also makes sense. After about a year, Delilah shows up but doesn't introduce herself and simply is a voice in her head that tells her what to do sometimes, which Laudna sometimes listens to and sometimes ignores. She is in a sort of childlike state and makes Pate during this time. She watches a bunch of people and is lonely and tries to approach them, but due to the corpse-like nature and the fact that she doesn't fucking know how to act (making a cow doll with real teeth), people are understandably weirded out, and while she does do good deeds (laundry and similar) she does so anonymously in hiding. She encounters Meghan Thee Paladin (Exemplar) and hero-worships her from afar until Meghan finds her and is like there is a darkness within you, I will not hurt you now, but you must leave or die. She develops a parasocial relationship with an elderly half-orc woman who thinks she's a weird forest spirit and leaves out food; when the woman dies, Laudna buries her and then starts to go through her things but is chased out by the woman's relatives who realized she was dead when Laudna let the sheep go. All of this is like, fine, story-wise. Delilah is mostly frustrated with her for not listening and being a weird child, essentially. We're around 40% through the book btw.

She continues this stuff over the course of two decades, finding abandoned places, leaving when chased out, etc etc. Finally, she reaches Kymal. This is by far the most poorly written, stupid part of the book; unfortunately it's another 40% of the book. Basically, there's a foreman who is abusing women. This is fine as a setup but it turns into, essentially, a bad retelling of the Triangle Shirtwaist factory ft real-world early 20th century sexism in a world that's never had that. But I'm getting ahead of myself. One woman, Sybil, specifically gets attacked, takes out the foreman's eye, he starts to have people beat her to death, and Laudna rushes to her defense but also, through Delilah, is in a form of dread or similar, and infects her with possibly vampirism(?) in saving her. The other women are like "thanks, but also you are a horrible nightmare" and Laudna goes back to her hovel on the edge of town. However, urging from Delilah and her own sense of wanting to help and to connect with people lead her back into town. She meets with an older woman with hedge witch vibes named Miriam, and also meets Sybil's younger sister, Bella, who is 11. Miriam has her fucking head on straight, even if the register-switching reaches a nadir with her voice, and is like ok you do need to take responsibility for your actions, please leave, even though I'm glad you helped Sybil after also hurting her. Bella is enamored with Laudna, however.

We're still in Kymal I just felt it was time for a new bullet point. Laudna goes to the bakery to get chocolate pastries for Sybil, in the clunkiest, most poorly written, weird, maudlin, garbage passage of the book. She then finds the dormitories for the factory on fire. Sybil survives, but Kymal's poorest quarter takes damage. Laudna is mad and Delilah seizes on this as an opportunity to turn her towards the business of vengeance. Laudna finds the foreman, who is recovering in an infirmary, and terrorizes him, then kills him even when it becomes clear he didn't set the fire. The fire also causes an influx of new people into Kymal to rebuild or take up work at the mines. Laudna sort of blends in, especially after she raids a damaged clothing store! However, Meghan shows up to help out and heal people and generally be helpful. Delilah's like YOU MUST GO, but Bella finds Laudna and is like "we are besties now."

Laudna is like oh hell yes I have a friend and doesn't leave. She also gets made as the person who caused Sybil to have whatever darkness she has within her, and has to hide in Miriam's house from Meghan; Miriam realizes Laudna is why Sybil is like this and is like "leave". Laudna leaves town and tells Bella, who leaves with her. Delilah is at first not into this plan and then is like actually, a cute if weird child will be useful to us. She leaves with Bella. During this, Laudna's history starts to float to the top of her mind a bit more; earlier, in Kymal, Bella had asked about her ears, which Laudna didn't remember much about. and while telling a story with Delilah's aid around the fire that turns out to be the story of the capture of Cassandra, she suddenly has a breakdown and remembers everything. She also turns into her form of dread and Bella flees, realizing she is who hurt Sybil. Also, she realizes who Delilah is and is big mad. She finds Bella, who is in serious danger in a flooding cavern, and helps her out, mending their relationship in the process and also fighting a dryad, which probably was meant to be symbolic but sort of wasn't very interesting. Anyway, Meghan finds Laudna as she's bringing Bella back and is like you have a darkness within you and you spread it to someone else, and also you kidnapped this child. Laudna makes a poor argument against this, Bella vouches for her, and ultimately Bella goes back to Kymal with Meghan, with Laudna saying she'll come back one day if she can. We are like 80% of the way through the book.

Laudna flees to the Verdant Expanse and spends some time there, mostly being mad at Delilah, which is valid. Eventually, she realizes she needs to get further away and asks Delilah for help finding a port. They stow away to Marquet. On the ship, Delilah asks her to reassert the pact they made. Laudna does with pretty much no argument.

Laudna is doing ok in a city in Marquet for like 3 seconds before a Cobalt Soul researcher is like "hey you seem dead can you answer some of my questions of curiosity" and while he asks a bunch of questions, he does not attack her nor seem disgusted or hateful. Laudna promptly, in the funniest but also the most wtf moment, flees into the Rumedan desert for a decade. This is not elaborated upon other than that there are pink flowers there, and she is alone (and left alone).

Laudna makes her way to the edge of Gelvaan, and after she is found out and people try to drive her out, Imogen shows up and lightning bolts the shit out of them and they run off together.

The end. No, the two years of Laudna and Imogen together remain an utter mystery. No, there's nothing about Laudna apparently spending time in Whitestone Castle as a hollow one as described in episodes 77-78. While it DOES make sense why she doesn't get rid of Delilah for the first 20 years, she does straight up willingly make a pact on the ship DESPITE THINKING SHE COULD SURVIVE WITHOUT DELILAH.

[toram-toram]

AND CHILCHUCKS GF IS A PALADIN ITS IN HER NATURE TO HELP PEOPLE SHE JUST HAS TO SAVE EVERYONE and he’s like

“ok but they literally don’t need to be saved”

“but what if they need help 🥺”

“ONE OF THEM CAN LITERALLY TURN IN TO A WOLF MAN-“

HE CANT EVEN GET MAD AT HER EITHER BECAUSE SHES NOT DUMB SHES JUST DENSE AND LOVES HER JOB I can not get over him just constantly giving every dude he doesn’t know or trust such crazy stink eye it’s cracking me up fr

-🐌

Chilchuck whenever someone looks at y/n

[mlmxreader]

Waterloo | Danse x transmasc!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I pretty please get a paladin Danse with prompt 22? "Y'know, jealously used to be subtle." With a transmasc reader.... Thank you for your service 🙏🙏🙏❤️ ❞

: ̗̀➛ a chance encounter leads to Danse getting jealous, and he isn't exactly the best at controlling things like that.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ jealousy, swearing.

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To say that Danse was unhappy would have been an understatement; with his power armour in the shop getting fixed, he was forced to wear "civilian clothes", as he called them, and made it no secret that he despised it.

Even if he did notice your eyes on him more than usual; studying the strong body beneath thin fabric. The thickness of his arms and legs and how they jiggled when he moved; how his large stomach hung over the waistband of his jeans when he used the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow.

His large and broad shoulders; the scruff around his jaw that matched the dense hair on his chest - only part of it visible thanks to his few undone top buttons. He did wonder if you knew that the hair trailed all the way down. He knew you looked at him, he just didn't know why.

Why would you give him your attention when there were people all around waiting to throw themselves at you?

You just gave him all your attention, and for what?

Sure, he was attractive - fat, strong. and hairy. A big burly man who looked like he could lift a whole car with just one hand. Strong and capable.

But someone like you?

Danse thought that the mercenary - as much of an insubordinate civilian as he was - would have been more your type.

But then, you and Danse were not so different; you came from an island across the sea, and had tried to defend your home from the raiders who belonged to the eastern side of it. A soldier, a man of war. Born and bred for it just as he had been.

The name of your home still rang so musically whenever you mentioned it to him - Cymru.

As he looked at you now, he clenched his jaw; you were talking to a very handsome man who spoke your language almost as well as you did. He was tall and lean, dark brown eyes and dark hair, and a bright red dragon tattoo on his forearm.

Danse knew that he could not compete, so he stepped in, clearing his throat as he glared at the man and scowled.

"This is official Brotherhood of Steel business, civilian, I suggest you move along."

The man did as he was told with mild complaint, but you smacked Danss on the shoulder as you scoffed. "What are you playing at, butt?"

Danse shrugged as he tried to feign ignorance as best as he could. "I didn't think you would want to be bothered by a civilian."

You cocked a brow, doing your best not to laugh loudly once you realised what was going on. "You stupid sod... y'know, jealousy used to be subtle. Not so in your face."

You watched with amusement as he realised he had been caught; his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink, followed by the tip of his nose and the tips of his ears. Danse swallowed hard, stuttering and stammering to try and conceal it, until you kissed him gently.

Such a mountain of a man, and you were bringing him to his knees. He had lost the battle and you had won the war.

He had heard of a war being won with just one battle. When a commander and Emperor had fallen at the hands of a Duke.

He smiled a little - if you were to be that Duke, je would be the commander, and happily give up to surrender to you.

"You are a silly bastard," you chuckled. "Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"All you have to do is ask," you told him. "And I'd be yours."

Danse frowned, lowering his voice as he coaxed you against a wall; he put his hand at the side of your head, leaning on it in hopes that it would make people less likely to try and listen in.

"Aren't you worried?"

You shook your head as you planted your hands on his chest, just shy of gripping the brown and black plaid shirt to tug him closer. "About what? Everybody at the Brotherhood knows I'm trans, no one gives a fuck... nobody gave a fuck when Dane came out as gay - why would they care about us?"

Danse shook his head, licking his lips as he swallowed thickly. "Not the Brotherhood. Everyone else."

"No," you admitted, smiling. "If I'm to face my Waterloo, I want it to be you."

He let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. "As long as you're sure."

"I am," you assured with a curt nod. "Now, are you gonna kiss me, or am I gonna have to go and find someone to flirt with again?"

"Please don't," he murmured, drawing just close enough for you to catch him in another quick kiss.

Oh, he had certainly lost the war, but he loved it; he felt like he had won the second you kissed him so sweetly. Giving up the fight was something he would never say no to when it came to you.

You hummed, gently tugging at the open flap of the top of his shirt. "You really do not fucking like this, do you?"

He shook his head as he smiled a little. "Civilian clothes aren't exactly comfortable."

You shrugged, daring to glance up and meet his gaze for a moment before grinning. "So, why don't we get a move on, find somewhere to bunker down for the night, and you can get it off?"

There it was again. The brief sting in his chest that left him feeling giddy and excited, like he was floating on the back of a stingwing as it soared through the air.

Fuck.

His stomach was in knots, and he knew he had never felt so excited before. Trying not to seem too eager, though, Danse nodded as he reached for your hand, surprised you would let him hold it.

He still wasn't sure why you were giving him your attention.

Maybe he should forget about it - maybe it was as simple as you liked him. He could live with that. Especially given how right your hand felt against his; his fingers so thick and so warm against yours as he swung his arm a little bit just to see you smile.

Fuck, he could get used to that. He really could.

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thank you so much for reading, but if I may, I'd like to borrow some extra time from you, as well; you see, Mahmoud needs help to rebuild his old life after his home was destroyed, along with his entire life, by Israeli forces. due to this, he is having to flee the Gaza Strip and relocate and rebuild his life; as of right now (03:52, 21/07/2024), his goal is set at €10,000, and he has managed to raise €4980 of that. if you could, please consider donating to help; even if it's just £1 or £2, it would go such a long way into helping to build not just a home - but a livelihood, a life, as well. if you can't donate, then please consider sharing, instead.

[feytouched]

do you know of any perfumes that have a sort of medieval knight vibe? like if said knight wasn’t sweaty and stinky from battle, that is. i did a little searching on my own, but didn’t come up with any good results, so thought you might know!

ok so definitely yes i do, and also i love this question. some options, ranging from the literal to the idealised:

nevertheless, she persisted by bpal: joan of arc themed perfume. it's a bit of a polarizing one; the oudh and jasmine lean indolic and a little dirty, but i like that in this context. it's not stinky-stinky knight, but artistic-perfume-stinky knight. and there's a metallic aspect to it, like plate armour or blades. one of the more interesting scents i own tbh.

fighter by bpal: this one was too metallic and leathery for me. smells a bit like blood, it has that specific salty iron tang. definitely evocative tho.

vial of holy water by bpal: for the paladins out there. a fresh and clean cologne-type scent for the most righteous of knights; i really enjoyed wearing it until my bf stole it from me.

harvest mouse by zoologist: this is a jolly knight at a ren-faire tavern, enjoying a feast of sweet bread and ale. sun-warmed and rustic feel. soldier poet king by the oh hellos is playing in the background. perhaps a bit unsubtle, but fun nonetheless.

l'ombre dans l'eau by dyptique: hear me out. i know this is a rose fragrance. what do roses have to do with knights, you ask? idk but the dense green thorny foliage and shadowy ambiance of this scent make me think of courtly love, fairytales and arthuriana. this is a knight in a pre-raphaelite painting.

hermann à mes côtés me paraissait une ombre by eldo: a strange, sullen knight riding like a shadow through bare winter woods, headed to a church to pray for absolution from some unspeakable sin. coffin dirt, church incense, cold air. i love this fragrance so much.

all of these are extremely different from one another so i can't promise you'll like any of them, but hopefully my vibe descriptions help you!

[pavus]

kinktober day 9 : body worship. (yes, i'm behind.) @volotramp's bg3 kinktober prompts. ship : gortash x rosalind. rating : mature. words : 1458.

The kisses that rained down upon his collarbone and sternum burned like holy fire, as if her perfect mouth was the scourge she often wielded against herself. Behind the burn came an ache. Fingers pressed to a fading contusion. Bones cracking and popping and settling again. His chest rose and fell beneath her unfaltering attention, though it was not the only thing about him that stood to attention. 

Gortash angled his hips away from the careless brush of her body to avoid excess stimulation; that was the last thing he needed if she was so committed to taking her time. 

She did not seem to notice.

Instead, Rosalind shifted herself easily to the side, her body curling over his right thigh as she made her tender way across the soft flesh of his chest. The upturned tip of her nose rubbed against the coarse black hair beneath it, and he felt her sigh as she opened her mouth again, a rush of warm breath pouring over his skin before she found what she’d been looking for.

When she shut her lips around his nipple in a hungry suckle, Enver’s thighs spread and hips lifted. There was no other reaction to be had. Anything less would have only been expected of the dead and buried.

“Nnh, there,” Enver sighed, his hand digging deep into the spill of ginger hair that tangled at the nape of her neck. He coaxed her closer, groaning low in his throat when his encouragement hit its mark and the paladin in his bed pulled harder on his chest, pulling with the suction of her mouth and gasping when she could pull no harder. She released him with a wet pop. “Are you finished? How disappointing.”

But she was there again, rolling her tongue around the stiffened peak of his nipple before pulling it in as if she was no more than a ravenous kitten.

Perhaps that was not far off.

The hand that had settled against his waist pulled inward, her callused fingertips swirling through the dense hair that stretched across his stomach only to crawl downwards and disappear into the waist of his trousers. Her nails were blunt things, but they felt good across the sensitive skin of his belly. They had not had much time to steal from each other of late, but every time they did, Rosalind gifted him with this.

Worship. From her, it could only be seen as such.

Her dedication to his pleasure bordered upon zealotry. Enver sank back against the plush stack of pillows behind his head, his eyes falling shut as she moved from one nipple to the other, tasting him all the way, leaving no small amount of kisses behind.

With her mouth otherwise occupied, his drive for more left him reaching for her wrist.

He coaxed her hand downward, hoping to bring it between his legs, but found that she would not budge.

“I want more,” Ros pleaded with him. She slowed her assault to peer up at him, the pale gold and gray of her eyes shining in the morning light. Though he could see little of her face, he knew she was smiling. He felt the shape of it on his chest. “Allow me more time with you.”

Allow me.

Enver bit back another moan that threatened to slip its leash.

She laid another two dozen kisses along his ribs and stomach, exhaling shakily as she lingered above his navel, her thumbs massaging into the curve of his waist where his trousers pressed sharply in against his body. She touched him and marveled at him, and he watched all unfold before his very eyes, half-surprised, half-deserving.

Never before had someone taken their time the way she had. Quick fucks were preferable with noblemen, while the women had a strong preference for being adored, no matter the lip service being paid. There was crossover in either direction, but Rosalind was a first. Not the first, but a first.

Just as he’d been for her.

Toying over the hair that gathered against her cheek as she rested her head down near his thigh, Enver watched her. 

At fifteen, he’d wanted nothing more than to claim her as his. At twenty, he’d thought she owed him no less. At twenty-five, he’d pursued her like he pursued all others. At thirty, he’d attempted a different approach. At thirty-five, he’d cut the wanting out of his heart. At forty, he’d let it back in, no matter how strangely it settled amongst the scarring. At forty-five…

At forty-five, he’d given up entirely.

At forty-six, the sudden loss of her dredged up everything he’d put aside in an instant. He’d done anything he could to bring her back to him, only to discover that she stood as his foe.

And now, Enver watched as she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down over his hips, past his thighs and calves and off entirely. A glow burned in her cheeks, as if her delight at having him at her mercy was enough to light her from within. Her tired eyes sparkled, somehow, even with such a weight weighing upon her. Circumstance was not enough to dim her, he found.

He believed that nothing could.

Letting himself rest back against the mattress, the corner of his mouth curled. His expression arranged itself into something familiar, some half-smirk that she’d claimed was dangerous when they were both barely old enough to know any better.

“Is that it, then?” he teased. “Are you quite done?”

He could not sound frustrated with her if he tried, not as she laid down between his legs, knees bent and ankles crossed, her pink toes curling eagerly as she found her place.

“Not yet,” Rosalind said, squirming down into the bedding until she found absolute comfort. “Unless…”

Enver arched a brow. “Unless…?” he echoed.

His precious paladin chewed on her lip, rocking the swollen thing back and forth between her teeth. She didn’t want to elaborate; he could see that much in the quick dart of her eyes and hear it in her hesitation. If she said nothing, he could not agree.

“Unless you’d rather I stop.”

They hadn’t spent an abundance of time together since their first night, but he could recall every moment as if they all still happened to him, pleasure layered upon pleasure in every thought and every memory. He knew what her mouth felt like. He knew the rough skin of her palm and her gentle grip. He’d taken her cunt and her ass and anything else she offered him.

But she had not been given enough time to do this. This was new, and this threatened to take his breath away, as if he was some sexual novice rather than a man with more practice than most of Baldur’s Gate.

“Curiosity demands otherwise,” Gortash ventured. The low gravel of his voice made her toes curl again. The sight turned his smirk to a smile. “No, no, I do not want you to stop. Have your way with me, hero. I would love to see what you plan on doing next.”

The points of her ears darkened. She shifted, fitful and flushed – the way she always did when that word rose to his lips.

Hero.

“Well? Go ahead.”

His cock ached against the pulling fabric of his underwear, but his discomfort waned as she lowered her lips to the soft, hairy muscle of his thigh. Her breath was a sweet thing, something that almost tickled despite the heat that poured through him when he felt her mouth pressing again and again against his flesh. She kissed him there once, then twice, then three times, each higher on his thigh than before.

And then, she moved. She shifted her attention to the other, one arm curling beneath the hook of his knee to keep him stable and keep herself still.

As she moved, her mouth brushed against the straining arch of his cock, but only for a moment.

Only long enough for him to bite out a particularly nasty curse.

“Would you like me to stop now?” Rosalind asked. 

Her voice went quiet and malleable at its edges, and when she glanced up at him from between his legs, her pupils were pools of black. They were endless things, as if he might truly understand the infinite if he continued to stare down into them. 

She was teasing him. If not teasing, then coaxing, urging, hoping. Had she always craved validation so much? Had everything always hung on one precarious point?

Yes, she had.

As had he.

“Don’t…” The word splintered on his tongue. He swallowed hard and shut his eyes, head tipped back and fingers curling tight into the bedding. “Don’t stop.”

[lukedanger]

Owlcatober - Day 12 - Home

Anevia's victory after the crusades for @owlcatober

[Ao3 Link]

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The end of the Worldwound and the deconstruction of the Wardstones had signaled something more in Mendev. Anevia had expected much as Galfrey feared when the idea was first discussed: anger, disbelief, even riots from people fearing for their safety. Yet instead, it signaled something new.

Anevia smiled as she looked out the window - no longer was she looking across a cobbled street to another house in a densely packed city. Now she could see the clear blue sky of Golarion, and on the other side of the canyon she could just make out the top of the Lost Chapel. The Worldwound would likely take generations to heal, but around places like Drezen or Pulura’s Falls the corruption was being purged - and with that, nature could begin to heal.

Which, of course, meant that the whole self-sufficiency issue was now something they could tackle. And as Anevia could smell what she was waiting for, she knew that it was time. Pushing herself off of her perch, she made her way downstairs and towards the back of the house.

The kitchen they had set up for themselves was relatively small - not much larger than the one they had in Kenabres, but at least now they had a proper dining room with some separation. And as Anevia stepped in and could feel the heat, she smiled. Kneeling in front of the oven, she looked at what she had baking inside and smiled as it was just about done.

Historians would talk about the Fifth Crusade in terms of heroic deeds by brave knights and knaves, of an army of mortals fighting alongside angels and archons against the horrors of the Abyss, of political upheaval as Mendev finally cracked under a century of total war. About how the Battle of the Threshold was a decisive moment that saw Drezen’s Angel of Salvation defeat the Architect of the Worldwound and finish off Deskari once and for all. The Mendevian Crusades had ended in victory, yes, but Threshold was the small victory.

Sliding the wooden peel under the loaf, Anevia grimaced a moment as she worried it was stuck to the bottom of the oven. Another push, though, and she had the peel underneath and was able to pull it out. It already smelled so good, and Irabeth would be back soon.

It still needed to sit out for a bit, to cool and to be easier to cut, but she had waited years already. She could wait a couple more minutes.

She could hear the steps of a horse, followed shortly after by someone in plate harness dismounting. Anevia tensed out of habit, but as she listened she heard only one person and relaxed. Just in time.

A minute later, the door opened and Irabeth stepped inside, no doubt eager to take her armor off. “‘Nevi?” she asked.

“In the kitchen!” Anevia called back. “It’s cooling now!”

“Wait, you actually-” Irabeth hurried through the dining room. She knew what Anevia had planned.

And as the paladin stood at the door to the kitchen, she stared at the bread. It was not the first loaf made from wheat that had been grown in the former Worldwound - the muldnal that answered the Erastilians’ prayers for aid in restoring Drezen’s farmland had been given that honor - but it had its own importance.

“So, ready to taste victory?” Anevia asked, cracking up as she could not contain how silly that sounded.

The fact that she was in a position to say such a silly thing, that she and her wife could now make their own bread, in their own home, with ingredients grown in walking distance from where they lived rather than relying on distant shipments from southeastern Mendev or beyond?

As Anevia had said this would be the moment she declared victory. All in the comfort of her home instead of yet another battlefield.