The Phoenix's Nest

Aoife // she/her // 30’s // multi-fandom space // fan fiction reader and occasional writer // Current Obsession: Baldur’s Gate 3 This is an 18+ space and can be NSFW Teavelyn on AO3 Welcome to my kingdom.

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

Master Character Info Post

Hello everyone!! I never thought there would be so many (or anyone) interested in my bg3 babies, Faelyn, Ravyn, and Cali! <3 <3 For several reasons, I've decided to put together a master post for all their intros (and add others when if I make more). I will endeavour to keep this up to date and add/remove triggers as needed. I'm also a novice at Tumblr posting, so it's not nearly as aesthetic as I'd like, but *shrug* it is what it is.

So without further ado here we go:

Faelyn:

OC Name: Faelyn (Refuses to use family name)

Ship: Faelyn x Gale Dekarios

Shipname: Roseweave

Storyname: 'Spellweaver' (on AO3 - user name Teavelyn)

Tags: oc: faelyn, spellweaver

Age (18+): 100-125 when the game begins (She looks like she's early 20's)

Gender / Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight (Saw someone call their Tav 'Galesexual' and that is perfect for Faelyn too)

Race : High Elf, Noble

Aesthetic:

Trigger Warnings:

These things are brought up from her past and not something she is dealing with during the course of the story/game. Her story will occasionally feature flashbacks of these things while also including her working through all the baggage she carries due to said past.

Child neglect/abuse (mental and emotional), forced arranged marriage, marital abuse (emotional, psychological and physical), non-consensual sexual acts (implied), non-consensual non-sexual acts, thoughts of suicide (minor)

Background: Faelyn was born into the cold, imposing halls of a Count’s estate, a place where grandeur reigned but warmth was absent. The Countess, a harsh and unsparing woman, ensured that Faelyn felt the weight of her perceived inadequacies, but Faelyn never knew why the woman hated her. Over the years, the vibrant girl who once spoke her mind gradually withdrew into silence, relegating herself to a role of servitude rather than that of a cherished family member. In the midst of her isolation, Faelyn found solace in an unexpected friendship with the son of a visiting royal family. But when the whispers of their affection reached her parents, the Count and Countess seized the opportunity to betroth Faelyn to a wizard known for the dark shadows of his past marriages, which had ended under suspicious circumstances. Submitting to their will, Faelyn fell into line as she had done for so long, honouring her husband with unwavering obedience. Through the years, the wizard transformed into a tyrant—his demands grew more unreasonable, and his jealousy morphed into an obsessive mania. He accused Faelyn of adultery and used his control of the weave to permanently mark her flesh. Before the wound fully healed, her husband called her to his bedchamber. As always, she obeyed, her voice now utterly silenced. However, he grasped her wound. Pain shoots through her, and without thinking, Faelyn released a thunderwave— sending him crashing into the far wall with a deafening thud. Faelyn takes off into the night and runs… to Baldur’s Gate.

Ravyn:

OC Name: Ravyn (last name unknown and she doesn't care)

OC Tags/Shipname:

Ship: Ravyn x Astarion

Shipname: Bloodlust

Story Name: 'Soverigns' or 'Holding out for a Hero' (not on AO3 yet because my brain is stupid and won't freaking focus)

Tags: oc: ravyn, sovereigns

Age (18+): 220 when the game begins

Gender / Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Race / Class:

-Drow (not Lolth or Seldarine alligned)

-Sourceress

-Succubine (modded)

Aesthetic:

Trigger Warnings:

Ravyn's life has been quite f*cked up from day 1. These things in her past are a deep part of her, and Ravyn is not a very nice person, though she can lay on the charm just as well as her favourite vampire. All of these things can come up and are seen/discussed throughout her story.

Slavery, teen abuse and neglect, Violence, Non-consensual acts (sexual and non-sexual), Abuse (in all forms), physical scarring (face), betrayal, sex worker, thoughts of suicide, Ascended Astarion (yes, I feel that needs to be a warning tag, unfortunately),

Background:

Raised amidst the rough streets of Baldur’s Gate, Ravyn learned early on that survival often meant navigating a treacherous world filled with betrayal. When she fell in with a dangerous crowd, they coerced her into a lifestyle she never wanted: a consort, a term that hardly conveyed the weight of her servitude. Success brought lavish rewards, yet failure was a fate she dared not contemplate. Over time, Ravyn rose to become the most sought-after consort among the city’s elite, her charm a potent weapon indeed.

One evening, at yet another monotonous gathering, Ravyn stepped out onto a dimly lit balcony to escape the suffocating air of the party. It was there she encountered an Elf - a very pale Elf. As their paths crossed repeatedly, she felt an undeniable pull toward him. He, too, bore the scars of a cruel master both inside and outside. Together, they wove an elaborate plan to flee Baldur’s Gate and embrace a new beginning, filled with hope and freedom. Ravyn gathered what little she had, went to the meeting spot and waited...and waited.

In his place, the Elf's master sauntered into the dim light.

Ravyn was handed back over to her own master and dragged back to her small personal region of the Hells. However, this small taste of freedom ignited a fire within Ravyn and with the help of a few others, those she believed to be her loyal friends, they staged a revolt. However, it doesn't go according to plan, and Ravyn is permanently scarred inside and out. She thought the man would kill her and for the next two centuries, Ravyn wished he had.

Her master placed a collar around her neck that would kill her - should she ever step too far from him or try to remove it. She thought the collar would have killed her and for the next two centuries, Ravyn wished it had.

Then one day while out running some errands, something appears in the sky. A ship? People screamed and dust from the collapsing buildings filled her nose. The next thing Ravyn knows, she awakes in a pod as the door lifts open.

Cali:

OC Name: Calista (Cali)

OC Tags/Shipname:

Ship: Cali x Halsin x Zevlor (eventually)

Shipname- TBD (open to suggestions)

Storyname: Rewrite the Stars (on AO3 username Teavelyn)

Tags: oc: cali, rewrite the stars

Age (18+): 36 (ish)

Gender / Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight but Poly-curious (is that a thing??)

Race / Class:

-Human

- Druid

-Circle of the Land

Aesthetic:

Trigger Warnings:

near-death experience, blood, violence, death of animals (she's an animal nurse soo..yeah), drunk OC (for like half a second), crazy stalker type dude

I'll keep this updated as the chapters come out

Background: (Post-Game)

What if you or I suddenly found ourselves thrust into the vibrant and perilous realm of Faerun, with no inkling of its rich history or strange customs? Would we find the strength to adapt, or would we crumble under the weight of the unknown?

Cali is about to embark on that very journey. After a mysterious accident catapults her into the wild, untamed expanse of Faerun, she is surrounded by breathtaking landscapes and lurking dangers. Towering forests whisper secrets of ancient magic, while majestic mountains loom overhead, casting long shadows over valleys teeming with fantastical creatures.

In this bewildering new world, Cali must unravel the mysteries of how she ended up there and seek a way back to the familiarity of her own life. Yet, as she navigates through enchanting realms filled with both beauty and peril, she begins to wonder: what if she stayed?

........ To be Continued.....Probably

~Aoife

[met-in-a-tavern]

Kissing Prompts: On A Scar

Rolan x Jocasta 🔥🔮

A sweet prompt from @malicedragoness for a kissing drabble! I flipped the script this time 🤭🤭

"Let's get you cleaned up." The rogue gently placed her hand on the wizard's shoulder as he stood over the broken body of his former Master. They were all covered in a fair amount of blood, but to her surprise, Rolan was smiling about it.

She wasn't entirely surprised, of course, but to see him looking downright giddy after the brutal fight that had even her wheezing, well, it made her smile at least. But for her, her first instinct was try to and mother. It wasn't her fault, she just defaulted to it. Making sure people were clean, fed, warm. It was what she did.

Rolan turned over his shoulder when he felt her touch, and smiled a little. "Alright. It will be nice getting out of these apprentice robes." He admitted, leaning back with a sigh to stretch his weary frame. Weeks of feeling on edge, tensing at the sound of footsteps, scrambling to pick up a book and look occupied.

Jocasta put her arm around him and walked him to the bath chamber. He didn't need the help to walk, she just... well, she wanted to. She began to warm the water with a small fire spell, and as it heated, she soaked a clean rag and rang it out.

"This whole place is yours, huh?" She commented, looking at the decorated walls of the Wizard's tower. "Never been inside a Wizard's tower before."

"Hard to believe it's a place I can call my own." Rolan admitted, peering at his face in the mirror. Two black eyes. A split lip. Bruised jaw. He was hardly the picture of health. He grimaced and turned away.

Jocasta sat on the rim of the tub and pulled him closer, gently, making him stand between her knees. "Slide those robes off," she said. "You need a wash."

Rolan hesitated, and she saw it. The singes on his robes, the fireball that had nicked him, burned his skin. He was all soot and ash and bruise, and it was hard to tell where it ended. Jocasta frowned. Rolan sneered at the wounds.

"I—" he started, looking shameful. "Lorroakan was—" he couldn't get the words right. He should have been able to stop this. All he had endured.

“Brutal,” she answered. “Horrible. Sadistic. I understand. It's nothing to feel ashamed of.” She clasped his shoulder, getting his attention back onto her. “He's gone now. You're safe.”

Her eyes drifted to the bruised ridges of his chest, the puckered marks of a burn scar singed across his skin. She moved the rag toward it, and he stopped her hands. A lot being said in no words at all.

“Hey,” she looked at him sincerely.

“Mas— er— Lorroakan burned me, one night. When I couldn't recall the components for the spell for Disintegrate. He, ah— he told me that if I couldn't learn, I was no use to him. And then he burned my chest to ensure I would remember. A lodestone and a pinch of dust. It's certainly not something I'll ever forget now.” A humorless chuckle came out, but the smile never reached his eyes.

Jocasta's face was a wash of sympathy and gentleness, and it was to the Wizard's entire surprise when she held him, gently leaning in. She moved slowly if he wanted to stop her, but when there was no resistance, she placed a kiss in the center of his chest, right across that burn scar. Rolan froze in place trying to watch her.

She peeked up at him with a sympathetic, warm little smile.

“Here. A better association than that old bastard.” She kissed him again. Her eyes spied his shoulder, another small mark. She kissed that too. And a nick on his chin. The bruise on his nose. His forehead. His horn. Each bruised cheek. The split lip, where she softly brushed her nose into his before she rested.

Rolan was reddened and breathless, his breathing hitched as he watched her every move. She wiped a small trace of ash from his cheek with the rag.

“Ah— I see— I believe you've made your point,” He replied in a low, warm voice.

“I've only just started. I think I've got many points to make.”

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

A not so little drabble

*slips in the side door and gently lays a paper on the table*

@malicedragoness gave me the prompt "Neck Kisses" for these two and this is what I came up with for it. It's my first time writing for Abdirak, but I was told it's good and that I should post it. Sooooo here we are. K, bye. *blushes as I run back out the door* Who Indeed

Faelyn giggled to herself, a soft, barely-there sound that she hadn’t quite let slip — or so she thought.

"What amuses you, dear one?" Abdirak asked, his voice low and unhurried, the kind of voice that made it clear he not only had all the time in the world but cared about her answer enough to wait.

"You," Faelyn replied simply, her fingers lingering at the collar of his shirt, smoothing a crease that didn't really need smoothing. She tilted her head up toward him. "I've not seen you in sunlight before."

Abdirak glanced down at her with an expression caught somewhere between curiosity and amusement. "Have you not?"

Faelyn shook her head slowly, casting her mind back. "There was the goblin camp — not a lot of light, sun or otherwise, in that place. And then the tavern." She glanced up at the sky briefly, as if checking that the sun was still there. "It was either nighttime or storming every time I saw you. I’d started to wonder if you simply didn’t exist in daylight."

Abdirak was quiet for a moment, as if genuinely considering the question — or perhaps just enjoying the weight of it. A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "And what do you think now?"

Faelyn looked at him — really looked, the way the light caught the angles of his face, the unhurried ease in his posture — and smiled. "I think it suits you better than you'd like to let people think."

Something shifted in his expression, subtle but unmistakable. "There are only two opinions I care about."

"Your Lady's, of course," Faelyn said, the answer coming easily. But then she paused, turning it over. "But who is the other?"

He raised his hand slowly, deliberately, and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers — a touch that was somehow both tender and firm. A tough she’d become quite used to and even craved. His eyes didn’t leave hers. "Who indeed," he whispered.

With a gentle, unhurried pressure at her shoulder, he guided her to turn away from him — then folded his arms around her from behind, drawing her back against his chest. She could feel the steady warmth of him. Slowly, almost reverently, he gathered her long red hair and swept it over one shoulder, his fingers combing through the ends before letting them fall. The back of her neck was left bare, pale and exposed to the cool air. He let the silence stretch a moment before he spoke. “Do you not already know?”

“Well, I mean, I could guess, but —” The words dissolved before she could finish them. His fingers traced slowly up and down the back of her neck, a feather-light path that sent a shiver rippling down her spine and raised goosebumps along her arms. He was careful — deliberately, maddeningly careful — to keep his touch away from the delicate curves of her ears. At least for now. She was very aware of that qualification.

“Then the fault lies with me,” he murmured, his lips close enough to her neck that she could feel the warmth of his breath before he even touched her. “As I have failed to make myself clear.” He leaned down and pressed a single, unhurried kiss to the back of her neck — right at the place where her hair had been, where her skin was softest. His lips curved into a smile against her when she exhaled, a small and helpless sound she hadn’t quite meant to make. He let the moment linger before he spoke again. “Let me explain it to you once more, Dearest One.”

Faelyn almost protested. A small, rational part of her mind reminded her that they would be late — that there were people expecting them, that she had told herself she would go, that she had even pressed her dress for the occasion. But then she caught it: the slight shift in the nickname he had called her for so long. Not just “dear one” — Dearest One. The difference was small. It shouldn’t have mattered. And yet, the moment she heard it, the world outside simply ceased to exist. The event, the dress, the people waiting — all of it fell away until all that remained was him. Abdirak. His arms still around her. His lips still warm against her neck. She turned her hand in his and let him lead her back inside the inn. To hell with the event. She hadn’t wanted to go anyway.

Tags: My Freaks (@baelthi, @leftsidebonfire, and Malice who I've already tagged)

[baelthi]

@baelthi-vp 2025 Recap

2025 In Prompt Weeks

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My VP sharing journey started with a prompt week. Since then I participated in one every month. Hazel and her Regency AU will always hold a special place in my heart. The first VP I ever shared here was her meeting Gale for the first time. And from there, with all you sweet Galemancers having my back, I went on to new projects to share with y'all.

August: Regency Week

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September: Bloodweave Week

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October: Thunderweave Week

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November: Durgetash Week

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December: VP Fashion Week

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Thank you, dearest moots, friends, whoever took or takes time to look at and interact with my stuff. There will be more in 2026 and I'm looking forward to share it with y'all. ♥

(I'm happy about interactions with older posts, too. Feel free to click the links to get to the posts- there are more photos, some yapping, all that.)

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[aoifethephoenixqueen]

You always amaze me with your VP work my friend!

The regency one with her and Gale is my fave but…we both know I’m bias as hell for my Spellweaver. 😉

[malicedragoness]

Top 10 Favorite Photo Mode Pics

I was tagged by @met-in-a-tavern to post my 10 favorite photos I made in photo mode. In no particular order, here they are! ☺️✨ (Expect to see the Foulbloods a lot)

1 and 2. Foulbloods album cover renditions

The first two are album covers/promo pics are my tiefling metal band, Foulbloods. I feel like you can really grasp their personalities here. And I had loads of fun playing with their poses. I love my dudes.

3. Lucky the Dragonborn Rogue

One day, I had the house to myself for 5 hours and decided to create a Dragonborn of every color and every class. They all had names and backstories as I created them. This dude is my favorite one.

This is Lucky. He’s part of Cori’s gang of thieves and does odd jobs here and there. Very flirty and loves to use the pick up line, “Wanna get Lucky tonight?”

4. Foulbloods Concert

So I had a plethora of pictures to choose from the Foulbloods concert. But I love this tail picture so much. You see how different their colors are. Their positions on stage. I just love it.

5. Dixon Sweetheart

I caught him mid-Bardic Inspiration and threw a kissy face on him. I’m proud of this picture.

6. Devil Over my Shoulder

I love the backstory I created for Abyss. This picture shows the toxic relationship between him and his Fae patron Cinder. The power he was granted and the sad expression on his face. This one shows a story without words.

7. Withers’ Tomb

Again, it’s tells a story without words. I had so much fun posing everyone and giving them expressions. (Love my Cori, too)

8. Kor Drolnar

My first foray into photo mode and I was extremely proud of myself for this one. The pose, the background, the lute, his expression.

9 and 10. Kor Drolnar X Cori Graye (Ship name: Locks and Lutes)

I love them. Ok?

No pressure tags: @baelthi @aoifethephoenixqueen @taras-toe-beans @galedickarios @onlytavs @optimisticgrey @whiskeyskin @polaris-de-profundis

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

Those are awesome friend!!

[oh-good]

this is a Christmas post for you to like and unlike over and over to see the little snowy animation they have rn

[tociminna]

It's fun being the designated christmas candy-maker (because for some reason if it involves standing over a large bubbling pot of something I'm probably going to do a great job at it, I'm a boss at toffee and fudge and jam, is there such a thing as a sugar witch?) while also trying not to die of beetus

Anyway this is huckleberry ripple white chocolate fudge and it's fucken tasty and I also have a six month supply of insulin at all times

[tociminna]

Now with brown sugar bourbon toffee (the bourbon doesn't stand out that much honestly but people get real excited about it)

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

Those look so good!!!!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[mescalitoart]

Was it worth it?

Saw lots of people draw fanart based on that cracked mask photo and of course I thought of him

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

Oh wow! This is so powerful! 💔

[arsonstick]

btw mutuals if i ever dm when i know youre asleep/otherwise inactive its not because i need an answer fast. im leaving you a little treat :)

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

I love this idea! I never expect reply ASAP. As this says just leaving a present

[whump-until-wretched]

me waiting for specific people to like my posts so i know they don't suddenly hate my guts

me when liking people's posts isn't enough to signal i want to be their friend

me reading posts where people yap about their ocs (even though i'm so behind on everything!!!)

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

Oh the anxiety is real

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

fanfiction is a rare gem and a solid, living proof that, in a world of tiktok, influencers and content posting, not everything is about money and going viral. art can still be art just for the sake of the artists’ pure love, joy and passion for the art they create. fanfic writers write 100k words and more about the characters they love for free. just because they love these characters and the art of writing so much. art is not dead and the world is still beautiful.

shoutout to fanfiction and fanfic writers

[justdrowthings]

Thank you to all the authors who give me such wonderful treasures I can not take to all the therapy I'm avoiding.

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

Thank you all the authors, artists, those who are but don't think they are.

Can't wait to see what you come up with next!! 💚

[baelthi-vp]

BG3 VP Fashion Week 25

Day 2 - Fantasy

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"Why just spend time in the forest if you can be the forest?" - Hazel, probably.

Dryad Dress and headpiece from Scantily Camp Outfits Leaf Choker from Ellian's Trinkets

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[aoifethephoenixqueen]

She is perfection! I love her!!

[baelthi-vp]

BG3 VP Fashion Week 25

Day 1 - Cozy

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Few things as cozy as spending time outside with her flute~

Halfling Top from Modular Equipment Simple Monk Pants from Simple Monk Attire Custom 'Hazel's signature maroon and gold' dye for both.

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[aoifethephoenixqueen]

I can just hear the sweet music from her💚

[met-in-a-tavern]

*rubbing my hands together deviously*

This next chapter for thr Rolvana fic is one of my favorites and I'm so damn proud of it. Stay tuned 👀 I'll be posting sometime today. Keep an eye out on Tumblr and AO3 and tell me what you think 👀

✨️ PREVIOUS CHAPTERS HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74094236/chapters/193314336

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

[lenorevp]

[myownpersonalnonsensebin]

A young apprentice approaches Professor Dekarios seeking romantic advice: “Sir? Your partner is so impressive and truly a sight to behold. How did you attract their attention?”

Gale, taking them by the shoulders: “I shall be completely honest and tell you the pure, unadulterated truth… I have no fucking idea.”