#kepp writes things

[kepchupprabbit]

@makezkey @puggnugget @banaynaybread

COME GET YALL ANGST JUICE 😅

Please lmk you're thoughts. I haven't written anything in a really long time, and I was never really confident in my writing to begin with, but I was listening to music, and the muses overtook me, I guess

(I'm also on mobile so sorry if the format is weird)

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Gale,

I miss you.

I keep telling myself I'll see you soon. I keep hoping for a letter or a knock on my door. I keep waking up expecting you by my side. We both know that won't happen. You aren't here. I want to be mad at you, I want to scream and cry. I want to act out and break things, but I just can't bring myself to do any of it.

They keep telling me to trust it will be okay. To trust in the universe and the will of the gods. I think we both know better than that. I think we both know not to trust in the will of the gods. Even La'zell said something about fate, but to be honest, I wasn't really able to listen. They keep telling me to visit the temple. That prayer will help. That even if I get no response at the very least, I will get it off my chest. I know you'd agree to the futility of that scenario.

Elminster came to visit me, if you'd believe it. Explained that Mystra wanted an audience with me. Can you believe it? MYSTRA? Of all the people in the universe, she wanted to speak with me. At Astarion's urging, I went. She brought me to her, opened up a channel of Weave, much like she did for you when we visited her temple so long ago. Can you believe it? Mystra and I having a conversation. It didn't last long of course. After pleasantries, all she really said was what they've all been saying. To visit the temple and pray. Thay praying would bring me relief. RELEIF! Can you believe her?

I left.

I went home.

There is really no relief to be had anyway. You're gone.

Besides, what is the use of praying to the God of ambition when his ambition is the reason you can't go on anymore.

I always loved you Gale.

I was always yours.

- Tav

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Thank you for reading everyone!

I really like writing things out with pen and paper so I had to type this out specifically to post lol.

Please be gentle with your input but please still be honest

Much love ❤️

Kepp

(Ps I really like stationary and physically writing things, so if anyone wants to know what my tav's handwriting/this letter/journal entry would actually look like, I will 1000% make that happen)

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bloodweave angst

i wrote this for the lovely @roweeniedraws as an informal trade for the Hellgrove request

inspired by the song Geyser by mitski

A letter found on the desk of Gale Dekarios

My Starlight,

My Starlight, 

     Oh how I miss you. 

  Ever since you pulled me out of the portal I had gotten stuck in, I was drawn to you. 

Your charm was so magnetic, so powerful. The amount of times I found myself lost in your eyes while at camp, or trekking through Faerun on our journey. Not just your eyes but your smile, your laughter. I always knew your sweet words were laden with something more, something deeper. Part of me was worried but I couldn’t stop myself from craving every single word, every delicious syllable spilling from your lips.  The way you would look to me, corners of your mouth turned up ever so slightly when you would see Shadowheart and La’Zell sneaking off together. Every time your eyes lit up when I walked over to your tent. Every gentle caress. Every soft kiss and sweet sigh. The way you practiced with your dagger, never faltering, never failing. The way your hands moved over your buttons and buckles whenever you were trying on new armor. Watching you during our numerous battles and fights, the way you moved was always so sharp and precise, but still so fluid and elegant. You even made violence beautiful, if just for a moment. 

Seeing you connect with the weave, seeing you wanted to be more than just traveling companions, than allies. It made my heart soar. You made me feel as if the world was just us. When you told off Elminster after he delivered Mystra’s news regarding the orb, you made me feel hope, you made me feel like my life was in my own hands for once. When you stood by me as I went to speak with Mystra herself, you encouraged me to be better by simply being myself and not repeat the follies of man. You became so much more to me, you became me world, my sun, my night sky. My starlight.

 Knowing now what you were going through, nothing could make me blame you. We needed each other, we protected each other. We fought for each other. I don't blame you for trying to protect yourself. I don't even blame you for making me fall in love with you, for my time with you was sweeter than even Karlach’s favorite cakes from the bakery in the lower city by Razamith’s tower. I know that even though it all started because of self preservation, that you cared for me deeply as well. I know that none of this is your fault. 

   I know.

 I don't hate you. I don't blame you. I just hate missing you. I hate knowing I'll never be able to wake up to you, or have you distract me from my tomes by sitting in my lap. I hate how I’ll never be able to show you around waterdeep, or introduce you to my mother and the rest of the Dekarios clan. I hate how no matter how much I tried to be what you needed it didn't work. I hate how I promised you to not use the orb against the brain. I hate how I promised to give Mystra the crown back. I hate how I promised you I would not become a God. Maybe if I had, things would be different. 

But I don't hate you my Star. I don’t think I regret any choices I made. 

All my choices led me to you. 

It was all the choices I didn’t make.

   I regret not killing Cazador myself. 

     I regret not loving you enough to show you that you didn't need to become the Vampire Ascendant.

I regret not being what you needed, I wasn't able to be there for you like you were for me. I regret not being good enough to help you through your toughest battles and your fiercest fights. 

  I should have told you how much I loved you, I should have shown you. I should have researched reversing vampirism rather than trying to get the damned crown of Karsus. 

I should have been good enough. You deserved so much more, so much better, My Star. 

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I had to do what I did. You must know that I couldn’t just let you sacrifice all those souls, don't you? I refused to let you turn yourself into Cazador. I refused to let you become what you so hated.

   I’m so sorry My Starlight.

   Thank you for loving me, even though I wasn’t enough.

I’ll miss you even after the sands of time take me.

     Forever yours, 

          Your Moonbeam

[kepchupprabbit]

I'm not great with writing or art but finding songs that weave a narrative is something I'm very passionate about so I think I'll start posting that here?

Mostly BG3 because that's my current favorite thing

Sometimes it'll be a whole plot line from start to end, sometimes just an idea or headcannon to go with a song

Hopefully yall like it

And if anyone has requests PLEASE let me know I LOVE to find songs to go with scenarios for other people

🥹❤️

For a little starter

In a week by Hozier

Scene is set with Halsin and Tav

Tav and Halsin talk about the future, about their bond, and how although they are free to roam as nature dictates, they always roam together. Halsin says that he would be more than content to just lay in the forest with Tav, in their own little sanctuary for the rest of time.

Lover, you should have come over By Jeff buckley

Gale is back from trudging through the chionthar to find the crown of Karsus. He hates how things ended with Tav just after the battle with the Netherbrain. He couldn't keep his damn mouth shut about the possibilities the crown could give him, the opportunities it would provide for both of them. Tav knew he loved them, didn't they? Why would he just keep his mouth shut and give the crown back to Mystra like they agreed on. But he was just too damn ambitious. After everything they went through together, Tav didn't have the strength to argue about the crown. She was tired. She just left.

Whether it ways hours,days, or even months Gale couldn't really tell. He only knew that with the passing of time his 'desicion' to ascend to godhood was an impulse. He had been scared and stubborn and now he had really gone and lost the only good thing he ever had. Would he ever be able to get her back?

Talking to the moon By Bruno Mars

Gale decides to use the orb. You want to hate him but you can't. Instead you've taken to climbing on your roof on cool clear nights and speaking unto the universe in hopes he can hear you.

The Horror of our love By Ludo

Durge that was so so good, no murderous outbursts, no needless blood spilled. That is, until Astarion gives into temptation and the lust for power that is ASCENSION. When Ascended Astarion leaves after Durge tells him he doesn't want to be a vampire, that Astarion didn't have to ascend to beat Cazador. That he would have loved him forever paired with seeing the man he loves turned into a monster, despite everything they'd been through together. Everything they'd revealed to each other. The countless kisses peppered with I love yous and you are perfect as you are. It triggers something in him that he had been suppressing since waking up from the nautiloid crash. Now he was determined to have his love. At. Any. Cost.

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EMROOK WIP SNEAKY PEAKY

Or maybe not, it could be a plot bunny run rampant. Idk the ideas jumped into my lap.

This is for my 'Secret Rockstar Prof. Emmrich Volkarin' Modern AU fic where Rook is the Head Librarian and Emmrich is both head of biology AND a secret rockstar.

IDK what shenaneganery they're got into to get to this point but here they are

Sneaky Peaky under the cut

Emmrich knew this was a bad idea. He willed his heart to regulate its pace with slow, deep breaths. Rook stopped abruptly at the door, almost causing Emmrich to crash into their back. He grabbed their shoulder at an attempt to slow his momentum, unaware of the sharp intake of air that came from Rook at the sudden touch due to the quiet “sorry” Rook squeaked out. Despite it being an innocent and accidental touch it was very much unexpected and they had never had more contact than a handshake, a gentle graze of fingers as they passed books to each other, his hand on the small of their back as he maneuvered around stacks and carts of books, their thighs accidentally touching when there were one too many people on the couch in the faculty common room. Okay, so maybe it was more contact than Emmrich realized but now was not the time to contemplate it. 

Rook reached into their pocket for the key, withdrawing it and trying the lock.

"Shit”

“Rook?”

“Shit the key isn’t working. Why isnt it working?”

“Perhaps they changed the locks? Or perhaps the copy was improperly made?” Emmrich offered.

“Shit shit shit, the night guard could be back at any time what are we going to do?” Rook spat out, their anxiety clearly getting to them. 

 As if on queue, quiet footsteps started echoing down the long hallway. 

“The exit is too far away, the guard will see us!” Rook attempted a strained whisper

Emmrich looked around, taking in his surroundings and grabbed Rook’s hand. Directly across the hall there was a door marked ‘Supplies’ and Emmrich hoped with everything in him that the door was unlocked. Trying the handle, he exhaled a breath he did not realize he was holding and pulled Rook in. 

The supply closet was very small, a few shelves on one wall, a broom in the corner, and a small window directly adjacent to the door. There was barely room for one person to stand in it comfortably, let alone two people. 

“ What are you -” Rook attempted before Emmrich’s eyes went wide and he clamped a hand over their mouth. He leaned forward in the small space and snaked a hand around Rook’s hip to the lock on the door behind them. 

Emmrich brought his mouth to their ear

“Rook you must stay quiet, lest we be caught.” his voice a low gravelly whisper. 

A blush crept across Rook's cheeks and their breath hitched.

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Hopefully y'all like it, I'm trying hard to get the story set up properly so I can actually post the first chapter within the next week or two but life has been wild so even that is unsure right now.

Thanks for reading :D