#pwotr spoilers

[dujour13]

Woljif: my abusive family lining up to kick my ass 😭

Regill: can I be next

[the-raging-tempest]

Owlcatober Day 10 - Second Chances

This is my first time participating in Owlcatober! Thank you to @dujour13 for collaborating with me. It’s been a delight to write.. First real piece on ao3 as well!

This is the happier fate these two could share. I really enjoy the dynamic they have. Hope you enjoy! Thank you 💕💘💕

[dragonologist-phd]

owlcat really did say Lilith can have two evil queens in love with her!

[grimvestige]

“I’m sure there will be other comforts we can offer you between fights,” Irmangaleth forces a businesslike smile. “I sincerely promise you that you’ll love being my property!” Irmangaleth gloats.

“Whatever shit you’re trying to pull won’t work. I’ll find a way to get free,” Caedrinn snarls, even as the heavy collar tightens round his neck.

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Little piece of my KC Caedrinn during the battlebliss questline -- OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT HIS AEON GLOWY THINGS. Goddammit. Oh well. We're here now!

Background is a game screenshot <3

[spyridonya]

Kadira sometimes wonders at Imodeans theocracy actually thought they were getting in signing up with a Sakorian tiefling when she keeps telling the church to get bent.

"But you're an angel-"

"Angels serves all among the upper planes with the intention of doing the greatest good, and I'm the greatest good you're going to get."

And the she goes into her commander room and hits her head on the pillow while Daeran tells her she's a mean girl and mean girls don't feel bad about doing necessary mean girl stuff.

[arainaizevran]

yippeeeeeeee<3

[halamshirals]

quite a few mendevians are fucking stupid

[sansevierias]

btw congratulations to pathfinder wotr for finally making me kill a companion in a video game

my thoughts (includes spoilers) under the cut

i like the idea of a companion like this but i feel like the execution wasn’t quite there and her writing just… fell flat? the moment you meet her, you can pretty much figure out that she is a murderer. i think it could’ve been a bit more interesting if the whole thing hadn’t been so much on the nose and finding out the truth would have taken longer. maybe in the end you would have felt like you have been betrayed/fooled. but the way it all comes down in the middle of the game in act 3 doesn’t really surprise you. it also doesn’t leave you with much of a choice if you are roleplaying as a good character (unless you’re a bit naive and buy her excuse).

but yeah, i don’t like to get rid of characters just because they’re are evil or i don’t agree with them. usually i even enjoy characters like that. they can offer new perspectives to situations and bring out different sides of other companions, or they can just be really funny. with camellia i did few times chuckle at her creepy or snide comments but overall she just felt… almost boring? like what else is there to her?

i was worried that i would end up regret killing her, but now in act 4 i barely remember that she ever even existed and i don’t really miss having her around. but i will probably watch the rest of her questline from youtube at some point, to see if there’s more depth to her character and if i’m majorly missing out.

[titvs-androgynous]

I'm okay (I had to yell at the Hand of the Inheritor for doubting my good intentions after Areelu revealed I'm her little freak rather than an angel sent by Iomedae)

[daisymeade]

Oh Galfrey. I gave you a beautiful lesbian Angel girlfriend. Now I'm ready to corrupt you with a bisexual Devil boyfriend. 😌

[dujour13]

Owlcatober 30. Wedding

Fandom: Wrath of the Righteous

I didn't have time to write a new one for today, so this is a little part from West Wind I wanted to share, along with an illustration by the fabulous @eurekq 💕

*Spoilers for the game secret ending*

Angst & fluff. Minor spoiler for the end of Wandering Stars.

Charming Minx held up the suit jacket and helped him slip his arms into the silk-lined sleeves. He rolled his shoulders so that it settled crisply. Made you stand up straight to wear this kind of swank.

She did a slow circle of inspection and gave him a satisfied nod. “Top notch.”

Top notch indeed. Here he was in his palace, dressed to the nines, a full demigod with powers and worshippers and his very own domain, and now, soon, the one thing that was missing. He had it all.

Minx slipped a rosebud into his buttonhole and grinned her sharp fox teeth. “Anything else, Highness?”

“Nah, that’ll do. You go on ahead. I just need to…”

He wasn’t sure what he needed to do.

She shrugged. “See you there.”

He watched her bushy white tail disappear as the gate snapped shut behind her, and then he was alone.

Time to have a look. Grabbing his top hat on the way by he went and stood in front of the big gilt mirror in the corner of his dressing chamber and carefully slotted the brim between his horns and tucked his curls aside, angling his chin up and striking a sophisticated pose.

He gave himself a jaunty smile: yellow eyes and canines just a little sharper than they ought to be, curling demonic horns, a tail sticking out absurdly from under the tails of his suit jacket.

There were times it snuck up and pounced on him. The Shadow. The Woljif that once was. Sometimes it had Gran’s voice.

And just who do you think you are?

He turned sharply from his reflection and went out to the balcony to try to clear his head, as if he could run from that voice and leave it hanging in the air behind him.

It followed. Worthless two-bit demonspawn dressed up like some organ-grinder’s imp. They’ll see right through it.

The feeling came over him as it sometimes did that all of this was impossible. It must be some kind of mistake, because nice things were not for the likes of him.

He felt that fierce longing in his ribs again like years ago when he would press his face to Fyllemen’s window just to gaze at the Moon of the Abyss. To want and to rage. To cook up all the plots and plans in the world and still know—these things are not for the likes of you.

And then one day he discovered the one thing he wanted even more, and he could feel all the confusion and pain again just as it had been.

The time they camped in the Worldwound. Must have been before Blackwater. They set up on the banks of a brook and risked a campfire, and the sound of running water provided enough cover for a little gentle guitar music, so they all sat around and rested their aching feet and listened. The music eased their cramping muscles and buoyed their burdened spirits, and not just thanks to Elysian magic; in the midst of the bloody Crusade the simple beauty was both a reminder and a promise. And a gift, but gifts were not something he’d ever been offered before, and he felt as if he were committing a theft by listening.

He’d glanced around to make sure no one was watching him. Lann had second watch and was already asleep. Daeran lay on his back, facing away, one foot moving to the music. Arue was off scouting, Seelah was praying, Nenio—didn’t matter. Unobserved, he stole a look.

The warm glow of the firelight on Siavash’s burnished-gold hair. The point of a half-elven ear. The way his kind eyes glazed over as he played. The patch of skin at his open collar where the butterfly pendant perched. The soft colors of his clothes. The face that made Woljif’s heart ache.

He let his gaze travel down to the hand on the guitar strings. Imagined those fingers caressing his cheek.

These things are not for the likes of you.

His usual response—then I’ll steal them—didn’t work this time. I can’t make him love me.

He remembered thinking that just having him as a friend was already pretty good. But he wanted more, and it made him want and rage just like the Moon of the Abyss used to, but it was a different sort of longing. For the Moon it was hot and sharp. He could feel it burning in his teeth and his fingers. The longing he felt for Siavash ran like fresh water, a sweet ache that filled up his insides and rose in his throat so he thought he might drown in it.

Please. Just look at me and smile.

Just—just put your arms around me. Just once.

He had to get up and stalk off into the trees and force the lump down with all his well-trained might until it was compressed like diamond in his middle and it couldn’t betray his throat or his eyes anymore.

And now—now he stood on the balcony of his divine palace and that lump was back but he wasn’t used to fighting it anymore and it was winning.

He knew better. Of course he did. When he stepped out of the gate they weren’t going to laugh at him or throw rocks like the other children used to. Or slam the door in his face like Gran. He would be there waiting with his smile and his open arms. So why did it still hurt sometimes? Why were tears running down his cheeks? Today of all days?

Woljif?

Barely above a whisper, the telepathic voice brushed his mind.

Woljif, it’s time. Where are you? Everything all right?

…Yeah.

Do you… do you need more time?

On his palace balcony Woljif sobbed.

The chief, rushing in. Siavash hadn’t thought it through and it was going to end painfully when he realized what he’d gotten himself into. Whom he’d gotten himself tied down to.

And yet. The warm touch of the heartbond, that gentle presence, lingered in his mind and eased the constriction in his throat.

Just a few minutes. He rubbed his eyes. Thanks.

[the-raging-tempest]

Due to Trickster being an underwhelming path story wise (outside of those sweet sweet sneak attacks) I've decided to merge Trickster and Demon for Zrise's KC canon in my mind. Demon is so sick. He surely wouldn't choose Demon at first but he could be easily swayed. Socothbenoth and Nocticula being toxic awful siblings who hate each other helps me solidify this in my mind. Seeing as they are the advisors for those paths... That and even on his Trickster run Zrise betrays Soco and sides with Nocticula.

[dragonologist-phd]

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Kisses with Arueshalae

[grimvestige]

Pwotr act 5 + aeon path spoilers

I can't believe I did all that dang work rearranging time to help staunton just for Drezen to fall again lol /pos

[spyridonya]

Headcanon for Kadean! Spoilers dead ahead after the cut! Early Act 3 spoilers for the most part.

Though in canon/game mechanics, Daeran accepts his role in the diplomatic to basically troll and give a few tokens of good advice regardless of romance or not...

He's an utter shit with Komoni because he hates her.

Lann makes some great comments and good observations, but it's clear he doesn't realize theocracy is a bitch.

He loves trolling Sosiel because Sosiel has this thing for being awestruck by powerful noble woman in a non-sexual way, and that includes Galfrey.

Woljif would makes a magnificent corrupt advisor and he writes down a few thing the thief says.

However, he hops on the Council as his way to protect Kadira. She's brilliant and he knows it, it's one of the reasons why he's attracted to her, but she's very novice about Mendevan politics as its current form and Kadira is a nobody that people think is Iomendae's new favorite.