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magic is chaos art and science

[chaosorcery]

. MAGIC IS CHAOS ART AND SCIENCE

#CHAOSORCERY · independent selective oc/tav/companion from baldur's gate 3, EIRWEN DUBOIS, wild magic sorceress, @chaostring's twin sister · sideblog · written by vic ( she/her · +30 )

━━━━ ABOUT . RULES ━━━━

[chaosorcery]

"what is that look for?"

"Why ask me? Do I look like a person who understands what goes inside her head? If you shake her you're probably going to hear rattling inside her head. Maybe if you whisper on her ear you'll get a flute sound because it's most likely empty. Almost like yours, but at least you're pleasant to look at-- And if that offended you then I'm sorry because I was going for a total obliteration of your ego, not merely an offense."

[elisaserioart]

Hey mama Larian can you please add this interaction in *that* particular moment, because I think we all need it EDIT: Since I've read some comments here and on Twitter that seem to refer to my drawing and my "request" (clearly ironic, I hope it's understood!), I want to clarify one thing: this is just a drawing to express my feelings as a fan who, in that precise moment, just wanted to console the character. Astarion's quest is beautiful and perfect as it is. I love it because it's written perfectly. Right after defeating Cazador, Astarion NEEDS to feel that his body is his own again, and that's it. So no, there really isn't any need for a new interaction to hug him (unless, in the interaction, he himself seeks the embrace, which is what I depicted in the picture: my Tav is 'receiving' the hug and his expression of his feelings). I hope it's clearer now! xoxo

[demiesop]

don't go wasting it

[nocturness-deactivated20240224]

starter call / @chaosorcery

Beneath her enchanting facade, an amused smile adorned her countenance, a mask of beauty concealing the complex workings of her intricate mind. How could someone with such an innocent and delicate appearance harbor depths of darkness and allure that even demons might hesitate to approach? The dark lady possessed the art of drawing people into her fangs, a lethal combination of beauty and elegance masking the profound shadows of her eternal silence.

"What gives you the impression that I harbor any intentions or desires to vocalize the depths of my thoughts? You, my dear, seem to have more groundwork in other courtly matters—blessed by the gods, of course. Yet, compared to your ceaselessly effervescent counterpart, you exude discretion, a quality highly valued. Hence, the prospect of me sharing my secrets with you becomes a far more plausible outcome. Naturally, this delicate arrangement need not reach your sister's ears, particularly considering the melodramatic episode she had last week when she accidentally stubbed her little toe. A matter best kept between us, don't you agree?"

A smile graced her lips, almost reaching her sparkling green eyes. Being interrupted in prayers was not something she appreciated, especially when the other person was unwilling to step into the embrace of darkness, into the very essence of Shar herself.

"I will not set foot into this Selunite cloister. The reasoning behind it will remain mine to share with who I think is valuable of such information. Stop asking. There are plenty of other ways; the mountain pass is not as treacherous as your overcautious companion claims. Shar is my protector, and she will not let me falter on my quest, so at least I can rely on her. We can meet down there if necessary."

[chaosorcery]

“A few addendums, if I may…”

Eirwen’s index finger lifted, and her eyes twinkled with the satisfaction of knowing she would give the woman a little piece of her mind.

“First thing: Elaine— Lorelei can walk straight into that river and keep walking until her pretty empty head disappears, then keep walking and I wouldn’t care in the slightest. Do you know what else I don't care about? Want to take a WILD guess?”, a second finger rose, “Correct, your secrets! But wait, there's more! There’s also your wishes and your faith”, two more fingers, “It's a long list of things. I lost the will to count them out loud, but not the will to explain why I don’t care.”

Arms folded tightly under her chest, bending ever so slightly to stare at her in the eye. Turquoise eyes met green as Eirwen prepared for the thrill of one of her favorite activities— talking too much without measuring the consequences of her words.

“In conclusion, we go the way it’s more likely to ensure or at least help the odds of our survival. My survival. And I don’t care if we have to kiss any one of the damned gods’ feet to do it or stomp on them, we will. And if I have to drag you by your cute pointy ears, I’ll do it. I’m not above enjoying it.”

She leaned back once more.

“I will not lessen my chances at survival to indulge you, pretty princess. If you goddess likes it or not, it’s of no concern to me”, a wicked smile, “If anything I’ve said made you feel attacked, or offended, please feel free to take any of it personally”

[desperate-housewives]

[chaostring]

Eirwen: SO Shadowheart turned against Shar. Lorelei: Yes! Eirwen: Lae'zel turned against Vlaakith Lorelei: ... Yes! Eirwen: Isobel is the only one that remains faithful. Lorelei: Where is this going? Eirwen: The only way to be really faithful... Lorelei: ...? Eirwen: ... is to fuck your God's daughter. Lorelei: ... brilliant.

[chaosorcery]

@emeraldruid liked the thing and got a bit of chaos ♥ - Wild Magic Surge d100 roll: 48 - A field of while olleanders and dahlias appear around you, in a 20 ft wide circle. The creatures inside of it roll a constitution saving throw. If they fail, they recieve 1d6 of poison damage.

Explaining over and over again how she had no control over her surges had become part of her repertoire of repeated sentences, carefully formed and worn out after years of saying them again. And again. And again. The speech had been perfected, adding and subtracting—the last specifically regarding her safety and the one of those around her. ‘Every spell could be my last, and yours by extension’ was methodically added to her explanation, and then scratched, only to go through the same cycle in repetition.

Eirwen felt the surge take over her body, unable to stop the pulsing magic her abilities couldn’t manage. A huge ball of fire, centered on herself? A song only she could hear, constantly drumming inside her ears? Something burst out of her, like tendrils sinking inside the ground, growing at a rapid pace with her pain as their nutrient and her tears as fertilizer.

When her eyes opened to see the damage, and in front of her lay a field of flowers. Dark purple dahlias, so dark they looked black, and white orchards extended in a circle perfect around her—effectively poisoning allies and foes alike.

The one closest to her was Garreth, and she showed him a smile that was so devious that dared to question her sanity, taking their situation into consideration.

“I do not control the surges. The flowers are poisonous, you plant-lover, so be a kind walking green house and deal with the shocking consequences of my own actions”

[emeraldruid-deactivated20241115]

@chaosorcery sent: 😲 because WHY NOT. ↳ for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating!

Garreth never considered himself an overly sexual being. Same as anyone else he had his urges and needs, but normally he was capable of controlling himself until he discovered a proper way to dispel that energy. Of course, he found himself in an odd position. With relatively few outlets available, leaving him pent up. Not to mention a growing desire to blow off some steam given all that they'd been through. With each passing day, it became more difficult to ward off the want.

Finally, he gave in.

He couldn't quite say when she had slipped into his tent. Given the late hour, he was certain that everyone had retired for the night and was free from having to keep his ears open for someone venturing too close, catching him in the act. The half-elf was lost in himself. Green eyes closed as he indulged in several fantasies and his hand stroked at a mild pace. It wasn't until he heard a sharp intake of breath that he came to his senses.

A curse flung from his lips as his hand attempted to cover himself, hilariously poorly. "Wh - what are you . . . at this hour . . .?"

[chaosorcery]

If there was any sort of surprise or embarrassment as she walked inside his tent, her face didn't show. In fact, she had walked inside and sat on a pillow as if it was a throne, folding her legs and tossing her braid to the side.

"You should hang up a sign with your business hours if you don't want me barging in while you're having you time. If you find it insulting that I didn't knock first, get a door, not a tent. If you want to keep going without me interrupting, be my guest. If you want me to undo my corset for inspiration, then I'll have to charge you. And lastly, if you think I'm being mean, then please feel free to take anything I've said personally"

Her eyes scanned him without having the least amount of decorum for his privacy, a devilish grin on her otherwise angelic face.

[chaosorcery]

tl;dr like or comment for a starter based on a wild magic surge!

long version: This Eirwen is an adaptation from the character I've been playing for five years in my dnd campaign. She's had a lot of development during the years and because of that, my DM and I made our own list of wild magic surges for her.

Like this, comment this, and I will roll a d100, and write a starter based on the wild magic surge you got!

[chaosorcery]

she's just been told she's not tall enough for that ride.

[chaosorcery]

STARES AT THE CAMERA LIKE I'M IN THE OFFICE.

[chaosorcery]

@spiderwarden . continued from here. because self control?? who knows her????

Eirwen had talked with an awful lot of confidence if one took into consideration she was far from ready to die. Either it was complete disregard for self preservation or that she liked the sound of her own voice quite a lot.

“I was very clear with my words and my wishes. Does your past scream THAT loudly in your mind that you can’t hear my voice, drow? Are the screams of your fallen ones so loud they hide the soft ringing of words of wisdom? Maybe it’s the soft drum of perceived incompetence that muffles common sense.”

She had no right to show her a cheeky smile but she did. Strangely, even for herself, she followed the movements of her blade as commands, without offering any resistance. She tilted her head where and when Minthara wanted her, and followed the path provided by the hand that held her hair. Her demeanor of control faltered when Minthara released her hold only to pull tighter again, letting out a breathy gasp. Loud enough to be heard, unwanted enough to make her press her lips in disgust.

Oh, she would show her GOOD girl.

“Call yourself a master when you have some semblance of control over yourself. THEN we can talk about leashes and collars, starting by the metaphorical one you still hold around your neck—not around your ears, which brings me to this again. in case you didn't hear me the first time, I'll say it again: I’m not going to beg, Baenre.”

[chaostring]

Local vampire kills twin sorceress, keeps reading like no big deal, what happens next will shock you.

(very crappy doodles under read more bc i had some friends over while i played and we came up with a joke... i had to draw it even when i have less than zero skills but i will not make you endure such torture)

the book is called how to get away with murder

[chaostring]

the real key for telling the twins apart is saying 'I would die for you' Lorelei would 'I would die for you first' Eirwen would 'Then perish.'

[chaosorcery]

━━━ IT IS A CURSE, A BLESSING AND PROGRESS

#CHAOSORCERY - ind. selective EIRWEN DUBOIS oc-tav-companion from baldur's gate 3 . wild magic sorceress . @chaostring's twin sister . sideblog . as written by vic (she/her . +30)

━━━━━━ AND IT'S EVERYWHERE.

[chaosorcery]

Name: Eirwen Dubois

Age: 27 years old

Race: Human

Class: Sorceress (wild magic)

≈ backstory

( tw: sa )

Born and raised in Baldur's gate, Eirwen was blessed or cursed, depending on the point of view, with magic. When born, a scorned demon enraged with the family bestowed their magic upon one of two twins. Surges of wild magic showed which one of the twins had been granted the powers-- the youngest one, Eirwen.

When she became an adult she was sent to Waterdeep with her sister, but it was her surges of wild magic that kept her from following her studies on Blackstuff Tower-- and her attitude.

Upon returning home she had followed her sister to taverns. Elaine performed, earning coin, while Eirwen read and studied in an attempt to discipline her power. She was taken by the Order of the Secavi with her sister, and forced to endure training. While her twin fell to the mind control, Eirwen resisted. Their captor Damien soon lost the will to keep pursuing the idea of having a set of twins to entertain his targets, and sold Eirwen to a rich merchant, Drago Bleidd. He kept the bard, and got rid of the problem Eirwen posed.

Drago soon found good use for the rebel twin. With the right tools the arcane magic overflowing Eirwen could be decanted and molded to create magic items. So he used her for profit and for his own sick entertainment. Yet despite the abuse he never managed to break her spirit.

She escaped him during travels only to be taken to the Nautiloid, implanted with a parasite.

≈ personality

Eirwen is manipulative so her demeanor changes according to what could be gained from another individual. She can be charming, but her nature is being cheeky and mean. Eirwen thinks highly of herself and will let that be known through interactions.