fae

Lvl 24 ⟡ she/her ⟡ BG3 & 🔮 18+ MDNI

[faeriiefire]

Welcome ✶

Hi, hello ~~~ You can call me Fae. I am a fellow BG3 enthusiast, and rpg appreciator. I like to explore stories through VP, with some fanfic on the side! (tho I have yet to officially publish anything ... ) Meet the party!

Tag ⟡ Build ⟡ Durgeqotd ⟡ Evil's Ascent (fic)

Tag ⟡ Build

Just figured I'd make a pinned post for both my girlies. Will update overtime.

[durgeappreciation]

What would Durge say to the person they were before the tadpole, if they could meet them?

tagged as ordered via taglist:

@lucretiouswept @mein-liebling @ratchsellsfornax @thepalelawyer @faeriiefire @litsenn @elceewunjo @alliskit @grandninjamasterren @baelthi @knightofbhaal @pursuitseternal @citruskushh @theya-art @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @alrendriablaze @thenugking @elandra-beltharys @bongbubbles @galedickarios @echoechowhiskey @elandra-beltharys @ratchsellsfornax @junoswritingpit @alstromeri-a @dutifullylazybread @dragonsbone @ilinarie

[faeriiefire]

Lynette would have a plethora of things to say. Many of which her former self would sooner ignore. She'd be very tempted to call out her own weaknesses. She always had it in her to rebel, to refuse her father. Yet she never found a reason worth pursuing.

In truth, there was no better time for her transformation than during the absolute crisis. Removed from her father's watch, the urge silenced. A fractured weapon, ready to be smelted into something new rather than be burnished in the same hellfire.

I think she may even be able to give herself some grace, without being soft. She knew better than anyone what her headspace was in those final moments. How tired she had become of the life and role she was forced into.

She would tell herself, without giving anything away, that she would find a reason to live again. Something more fulfilling than the power on offer.

Getting the point across would be difficult, but she would try to convince herself to place more faith in others, outside of Bhaal. To trust that she would experience genuine connection and those bonds would carry her through to the other side.

There is never an easy answer. But finding solace in the knowledge that the pain isn't forever, and you do not have to endure it alone, may be all you need to keep fighting.

[faeriiefire]

Probably going to be on hiatus for the following week. I’ve been meaning to catch up on all the tags + wip stuff but currently fumbling through a buttload of animation prep for uni 😭 *sigh* and there’s been so many awesome mod releases recently. my brains pretty scattered so my wips have gone nowhere. it’ll happen eventually. Life’s just a lot to navigate atm.

[deianestormborn]

Self-indulgent Sunday

Got tagged by most wonderful @optimisticgrey. Since I've been pondering about Regency Era AU for Gale and Deia, I found myself genuinely speculating about it, preparing an entire moodboard, playlist, thinking about the plot. I feel kind of silly for even thinking about it, considering my main story still needs a lot of time and attention. My friends convinced me, though, that it can be my little side-project, and if anyone can pull it off, that would be me. Very sweet of them. Very kind.

Gale & Deia Regency AU snippet (P&P inspired)

The fog makes ghosts of the reeds. Morning has not quite arrived. It only presses itself faintly against the sky, thin and silver, blurring the edge of the marsh until the whole world seems unfinished. Gale stands before her with his coat damp at the shoulders, his hair loosened by mist, his face drawn into that solemn, terrible tenderness she has learned to fear more than anger.

Deia should say something. She has always had words. Too many words. Sharp ones, pretty ones, cruel ones, clever ones. She has hidden behind them, thrown them like knives, dressed wounds in them so no one would see the bleeding underneath.

But now Gale looks at her as if all his learning has brought him to this one foolish, fragile conclusion, and every clever thing in her turns traitor.

“My feelings have not changed,” he says. His voice is quiet, but it does not shake. That is what undoes her most. The certainty. “Nor my wishes. But one word from you, and I will trouble you no further.”

Her throat tightens.

“Gale…”

“No,” his mouth curves faintly, without humor. “Let me be brave enough to finish, at least once.”

She stills. He draws a breath. Fog pearls in his hair. The morning catches along the tired lines of his face, the silver at his temple, the open collar of his shirt. He looks less like the prodigy of Waterdeep now and more like a man who has walked too far in the cold because love left him no other road.

“If your heart remains closed to me, I will accept it. I will not argue. I will not dress my wounded pride as reason,” his eyes hold hers. “But if there is even the smallest chance that it has changed…”

Deia forgets to breathe. Gale steps closer. Not enough to crowd her. Enough that she can see the warmth fighting the cold in his hands.

“Then I must tell you that you have undone me completely.”

The words settle into the fog like sparks into ash.

“Body and soul,” he says, softer now. “Thought and magic. Pride and ruin. All of it. I love you. I love you, Deia. I do not wish to spend another day pretending distance from you is wisdom.”

She looks at him. For one wild, impossible moment, she wants to laugh. Not because it is funny, but because the feeling is too large and her body does not know where to put it. Her eyes burn. Her mouth trembles toward a smile and fails halfway.

He has given her the whole cathedral of his heart, and she has no prayer prepared.

So she reaches for his hand. His fingers are cold. Damp from the mist. Stiff with waiting. Deia folds both of her hands around his and looks down, hiding the damage in her face.

“Your hands are cold,” she says.

Gale exhales. It sounds almost like pain. Almost like laughter.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I rather noticed.”

She looks up at him then, and there it is at last: the answer he feared to hope for, not in words yet, but in the way her fingers tighten around his. In the way she does not let go.

“You are an incorrigible man,” she murmurs.

His expression breaks open.

“Is that a favorable verdict?”

Deia’s smile appears slowly, small and helpless and bright enough to make the fog seem less certain of itself.

“Come here before you freeze.”

Ah, yet again no idea who to tag. I will do exactly what I did last time and tag my most beloved @vasiliquemort and the writers that I happen to follow (or those who I think do write): @actualdeathcleric @starryselenaria @forthosewitheyestosee @fandomjumper @dr4gonwriter @faeriiefire and back at ya @optimisticgrey

No obligation, just share if you'd like <3

[lllchiaroscurolll]

Self-indulgent Sunday

tagged by @optimisticgrey - thank you so much. Read her beautiful written chapter of "Hell is empty and all the Devils are here" here!

With the last three parts of my OC story, I’m actually pretty happy—back then, I still had a good stockpile of notes to work from.

Right now, I’m playing around with a few pictures to figure out how Calimar might look 25 years later, while slowly gathering new ideas. :)

So, here a snippet of the chapter: The House Remembers and a pic...

OPEN TAG & NO PRESSURE TAG

@the-shadowfell-darkroom, @cursed-nyxan, @leysendris, @shanaraharlyah, @mogruith, @judasiskariot, @faeriiefire, @bloodsol94,

[the-shadowfell-darkroom]

Self Indulgent Sunday

ty for the tag @lllchiaroscurolll 🖤

This is the perfect chance to share this cool photo of Sol I took✨

I didn't realize this at first, but Sol's glowing eye is similar to Jackson Wang's look for MAGICMAN2, which is also one of my favorite album EVER!

So I wanted to take a pic of her inspired by the cover art with my own spin on it:

it's cut off to fit with the album art, you can open it for the full image

I like how it turned out so far, but I know I can do more with this idea so I'm going to come back to it eventually.

np tags: @purpleasters-inseptember @cursed-nyxan @wasteful-sam @arlynx @elandra-beltharys @starlit-serpent @fangedgrace @faeriiefire @deianestormborn @facetheworldbitch

[doomedlamb]

Carmen x Syryth

Syryth belongs to @knightofbhaal you know the drill

based on this post

[wasteful-sam]

Looking over her hunting grounds

[boringangel]

moon: full

titties: out

[mercymaker]

I was looking for a breath of a life For a little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang, no, oh oh oh

It's still technically May, right? 🤭

My last second contribution to Mermay with none other than my beloved Maleane!! I had a lot of fun taking these and will definitely share more as I edit!

(The photo looks so much better if you click on it, btw.)

[zaudrathir]

Eilistraee's Manifestaton

Tools: ReShade, Otis_Inf, Lighty Lights, QSAT, Pretty Particles, Moth VFX Mods: Coranzan’s Outfit, Face/Hair Mods, Dye

[perpetualmaladaptivedaydream]

I’m 100% convinced Ellie finds books and tosses them to Gale whether or not he’s ready to catch them.

“Hey, Gale…”

“Wh-THWACK!”

[hymnfell]

[tultultoltol]

The wizard and the tressym

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[longjensilver]

pov its easy to change your mind

[mylibrasquartz]

loss is a gift, girl