#rieta

[unluckyn30nxx]

causing fires is more romantic

[limoncats]

1st time i've drawn Rieta! i'm happy with how this turned out :)

[vofenick]

Old Drawing i still like,,, Its inspired by that Lucky star Screenshot,,,

[ledhomeonhigh]

Day 19 - Genderbend

Here's my attempt at GB Reita. And yes, I gave him claw hands like Ivlis.

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

Ludin: hey rieta monsterfucking is a thing

Killian: I will literally kill you

[umbresart]

little comic I did at the end of last year for Leah as her backstory thing, the tablet can be changed out for a book, just made it a tablet since it's a tablet in the game I'm playing her in rn

[iliveforzelda]

Just heard the news of the passing of Rieta, the bassist from the GazettE. What a loss. I'll always be transported back to my pre-teen life when I listen to Cassis.

Reading the band member's messages is just so touching.

Here's just an old portrait i drew of Rieta back in the early 2010s.

[raiiinydayz]

Have I ever talked about her on main??? Anyways this is Rieta she's my baby . She's a yttd oc I made back in 2020 😭 she was a floormaster!!! Kitsune themed instead of sweets themed because I just plainly couldn't think of anything ... she was like, a backup floor master for if anything happened to Midori (i made her before yttd c3-1b came out. Imagine my surprise when his ass got drilled)

I also made her have her own little AU!!! She basically just... replaces Maple... cuz she's so violently in love with Midori (without her being forced to) and she is not. ok. After midori gets drilled (they had an argument before the banquet. She said things she can never apologize for (as of writing anywaysbidk what's gonna happen in 3-2) and after Midori 'dies' she takes his scarf!!!)

[okegomlover]

Could I request some headcanons about Rieta's relationship with Poemi and Vendetto?

Specifically, Rieta being a second parental figure to both of them :]

(I know that the entire thing is pretty much a headcanon itself, especially because Rieta only had a canon interaction with Poemi, so you don't have to include Ven if you don't feel like it!!)

I Love the idea of this headcanon! It's so sweet! Sorry for such a delay, I had some school work to do.

Rieta was a good guardian/nanny to both of them.

When Rieta was still around, she often (maybe even always) cooked for Poemi and Adauchi. Mostly it was something sweetish, such as pancakes, waffles, cookies, and other things.

Before running away, Vendetto always grumbled and complained to Rieta about his father, but she only said "You shouldn't say such awful words about Lord Ivlis!".

She always read goodnight stories to Poemi and even Vendetto when he was younger.

When Ivlis was always busy with work, she distracted the kids by playing with them.

She was almost like a mother or big sister to them.

Both of them knew that Rieta had a crush on Ivlis.

They honestly wanted Ivlis and Rieta to end up together, but it never happened.

Once, Vendetto called Rieta by accident big sister. He would then run away to his room embarrassed and stay there for some hours.

Poemi would often ask her for advice about anything.

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Nelia, if she was made in FFXIV. A Bard with a heart of gold (and in a steamy romance with Astarion).

My half-elf (half Drow), Vasilisa, if made in FFXIV. Vasilisa is born of a Drow father and human mother, but much of her appearance and coloring came from her mother. She doesn't hide who she is and is rather headstrong. (She is not romancing in the game yet).

Rieta Darkmoon, who I have created before BG3. A Tiefling Rogue running from the Hells to become someone better.

[vofenick]

Silly Walfas stuff i posted in my twitter for funsies,,,

[spelviin]

me thinking about my dnd character this week: because of [redacted character secret] she has done [redacted actions] which is amplifying her core belief/fear, caused mostly by her religious upbringing, that she is inherently evil and irredeemable by nature. the shame and guilt over what she has done is causing her to further emotionally close herself off from her friends, which in turn is driving her even deeper into the inner darkness that she fears so much, and reinforcing her toxic and harmful belief that the only redemption within reach for her is through quiet suffering and self-sacrifice.

me thinking about my dnd character this week: also i've decided she doesn't believe yetis exist

[infinitesadnessmelon]

Rieta 🌿🍃

[songofsoma]

where anyone could see

kinktober day 7: semi-public sex

pairing: shadowheart x f!tav words: 1,223 rating: explicit

read it on ao3

The high noon sun baked the city below. It was too hot on the streets for many people to be out and about. Only those who had to be were traversing the cobblestone paths that wound around the great stone buildings that made up the Lower City. 

Rieta was one of the few to simply mull through the streets with no destination in mind. She had successfully crossed off her only task to be done—have Figaro mend a particularly nasty tear in her favorite dress. 

Shadowheart walked alongside her quietly. She had been mostly silent the entire duration of the errand. But Rieta hadn’t missed the way she watched her while trying on the dress. Something lingered behind that sharp gaze as no detail went unnoticed as if Rieta were on display just for her.

She glanced sideways at Shadowheart, trying to gauge what was going on inside her head. Even with the Illithid powers connecting them it was difficult to decipher her at times. 

“So,” she broke the silence between them, swinging the bag that held her mended dress beside her. “Anywhere you want to go?”

When she didn’t respond right away, Rieta continued hastily. 

“I mean, we could find a nice bottle of wine to share. Or we could try a new restaurant. Oh! Or if you wanted a new blade, I’m sure Dammon—”

Her babbling was abruptly cut off when Shadowheart grabbed her hand and hauled her off the road, slipping into an alley that curved out of view behind a building. 

Rieta gasped as Shadowheart pressed her back against the stone wall, its surface cool from the area being shaded. Her bag fell to the ground with a soft thud, but the bag and its contents went to the back of her mind when lips met hers roughly.

“I tried to wait until we were back at the tavern,” she murmured against Rieta’s lips, unable to pry herself away. “But I find that I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

Hands pulled her hips toward her to press Rieta closer to her body. 

“I used to be someone who prided myself on my self-control. Worshipping the Dark Lady made it a necessity in many assists. Then you found me and everything changed.” Shadowheart’s lips cascaded from hers to kiss her cheek and then her jaw and finally to nip at her earlobe. “I found myself wanting more. I wanted you and within you, I found myself. Who I was destined to be.”

Rieta’s hand slid up her back to touch the end of Shadowheart’s white braid. It represented her path that turned from darkness to one lit by moonlight. 

“I’m surprised I even held it together until we left the damn dressmaker,” she mused. 

“I was wondering why you were so quiet,” Rieta whispered, tilting her head as kisses were being trailed down her neck. 

“Because you drive me crazy.”

Her breath hitched as Shadowheart suckled on a patch of skin on the side of her neck. It nearly distracted her from the front of her skirt being bunched up. “Here?” she asked.

“You’ll have to be quiet unless you want to get caught.” It sounded like a challenge. “Tell me to stop and I will.” Her fingers skirted along the edge of her panties. 

“Oh, Gods. If you stop now—”

Cut off once again, this time by a kiss, Rieta’s sigh of contentment was swallowed as Shadowheart slipped her hand under the thin garment.

Her middle finger parted through the slick folds of skin until she teased her entrance, collecting the wetness and spreading it over her aching cunt.

Then, with the pad of her finger, she circled Rieta’s clit. There was no effort to make the action gentle. Now was not the time for easing into things. At any moment, someone could turn down their alley and witness Rieta getting fingered out in the open. Somehow, it only made everything more exciting.

She clutched the back of Shadowheart’s blouse, silently hoping her nails wouldn’t shred the fabric. Her lover would be terribly cross over the ruin of a beloved shirt. But there was not much else to grab for support as fingers hastily pushed inside of her.

Rieta reached behind her, hand splayed over the rough wall. Her head tipped back, biting her lip to stifle the moans desperate to leave her. 

Shadowheart took advantage of her position and kissed the hollow of her throat before nibbling on sensitive skin.

Fingers curled as her hand pumped, movement only slightly altered by the limitations of her underwear. Shadowheart didn’t seem deterred. 

The heel of her palm pressed snuggly against Rieta’s clit, grinding against it with every thrust of her hand. 

Shadowheart’s movements were rough and unforgiving. The sounds her fingers drew were downright pornographic as they echoed through the alley. 

“Open your eyes,” Shadowheart demanded, her normally melodic voice turned husky. 

Rieta hadn’t even realized she had closed them. But when they fluttered open, she was met with a smug grin that pulled the scar on her cheek. 

Every look and every movement was a challenge, daring her to be loud and alert a passerby. 

“You’re going to come for me soon, aren’t you?” she asked, that grin only deepening.

Rieta was afraid of what would leave her mouth if she opened it. So she only nodded frantically. 

“Good girl.”

There was no holding back the whimper that elicited. It only spurred Shadowheart on. 

Each thrust of her fingers was calculated and Rieta was quickly coming to the edge. Her breathing was becoming erratic and it was getting harder to keep quiet. Desperately, her hand clutched Shadowheart’s forearm while the other went to Rieta’s mouth so she could bite down on her knuckles in an effort to muffle the escaping noises.

Finally, she could hold out no longer. 

Her moan was mostly muffled by her hand and the wall was her brace as her knees shook, threatening to give out. Rieta gripped Shadowheart’s arm tighter, slowing her movements until they were just enough to extend her pleasure as long as possible. 

Shadowheart was soon brushing hair out of Rieta’s face, cooing about how lovely she was in between kisses peppered over her cheeks. 

Rieta leaned into her, just allowing Shadowheart to hold her as she came back to reality. 

When her breathing became steady once more and she was sure she wasn’t going to fall over, Rieta straightened, though Shadowheart did not let her go. Hands were still massaging her hips.

“That…wasn’t too much, was it?” she asked, her words sounding almost weary.

Rieta snorted. “Are you kidding? I will never complain about you jumping my bones. I like it, in fact.”

Her face relaxed into an easy smile. “Having my way with you in a random back alley is what you’re into? I don’t even have to try and impress you with renting a private room.”

“You do not need to impress me. Not when I’m already smitten with you.” She pushed herself completely upright and Shadowheart allowed her skirt to fall back in place. 

“I will try to remember that. Now, we should get back to the inn so I can finish what I started.”

Rieta’s eyes widened and she hastily picked up her discarded bag and hurried after Shadowheart out of the alley. 

[d-saster-chron-cles-1986]

Sometime After The Brain Falls:

Petras: So how did Cazador die? Sharos: Astarion stabbed him a bunch of times. Petras: I think you’re confused. I’m asking about Cazador. Rieta: Astarion stabbed him a bunch of times. Petras: Look... Would you go fetch someone who actually knows? Astarion, poking his head into the room: Hello? Petras: So, what happened to Cazador? Astarion: I stabbed him a bunch of times. I should know. I was there.