BG3 sideblog. Mostly an outlet for my obsession with a certain wizard. Occational horny posting. I also make stuff sometimes. Bri, 30, she/her (I like/follow from BriWhoSaysNi)
I figured I should probably do one of these intro posts. I'm Bri (she/her, but whatever nouns), I'm obsessed with the pretty purple pixel wizard, and sometimes I make stuff about it. "Stuff" here includes fanfic, poetry, art, meta, etc. When inspiration strikes I let it take me where it will, and it tends to take me all over the place ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
I love chatting, so feel free to send me asks about stuff, including fic ideas/prompts!
Open to all fandoms and character types (gith, dragon born, etc)
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Help me buy a new laptop, My old laptop is currently just dying as it is 8 years old and lived thru my thesis year and I really need to buy a new one to keep drawingđââïžđââïžđââïž
Thank you so much for reading and any reblogs are highly appreciated!
@optimisticgrey tagged me over a month ago đŹ (sorry babe) but here is something I am working on. Following on from my Lae'zel prequel, and inspired by the Astarion book announcement...
Here is a snippet of my prequel story for the person who deserves it most, the babe of frontiers.
"You do not lie to me,â Ulder said. âDo you understand?â
âYes, sir.â
âLaziness can be trained out of you. Lying cannot.â
Wyll stayed silent.
âThere is nothing more frustrating than wasted potential,â his father went on. âI see it every day. Strong recruits. Bright futures. All squandered.â His voice hardened. âBecause they will not listen. Because they will not learn.â
âI want to learn,â Wyll said, the words escaping before he could stop them. He looked up, meeting his fatherâs eyes.
âThere are no shortcuts to victory.â
âI know.â
âI will not have you expecting an easy life because you are my son.â
âI know.â
âEverything you become, you will earn.â Ulder gestured around the room. âI had none of this. Not your comforts. Not your advantages. I was a blacksmithâs boy in the Lower City. I practiced swordsmanship with a worn-down poker.â
âI know,â Wyll said again, bold enough to roll his eyesâI know.â
Ulderâs jaw tightened. His foot struck the dragon miniature, and Ansur, Heart of the Gate, flew across the room, shattering into broken little pieces against the far wall.
Wyllâs vision blurred, and he blinked hard, willing the tears back.
âYou know very little.â
Tagging for WIP sharing (words, art, anything) - @mercymaker @orangekittyenergy @weaveandwood @littleplasticrat @marlowethebard @redheadsramblings @midandevil and anyone else plz