My dude(Gn), the sheer amount of passion you have to be able to write or draw for your soggy angel every day is amazing to me.
I wish I had your energy, and I hope you can always enjoy your corner of happiness.
YOUR UNBELIEVABLY KIND TO ME 🩵
Haha thank you thank you it still amazes even myself to be able to write and draw for him and my oc with so much passion that it never runs out heck i may even pick up my pencil and stylist as we speak i just love that problematic swan so much i cant ever neglect him and his girlfriend 😭
You say you dont have energy your love for your wife will never cease to amaze me with how much you love him with such passion that youve manage to come up with such unique au's for him that my friend is more than enough to show how much energy you have for your blorbo and may that corner aswell always make you happy ❤️
Do you think a polyamourus relationship would work with Shuten and Ibaraki? Personally, idk. I was just thinking. Like they are vastly different personalities 😂
Yes!
These best friends differ as one can be, indeed. An unlikely duo.
A chilling drunken deity of demons and an Oni marked by supreme enthusiasm, ready to set foot-rage into battle when the moment calls for it. Thus, lead to these 2 supernaturally powerful strangers eventually crossing paths. Shuten Dōji was clearly annoyed, but strength and unwavering determination-the soul of a warrior-changes a person's mind very quickly, something Ibaraki Dōji is fueled plenty of. Along with his beat friend's regained memories.
Their love of sparring, of worthy battles, soon pushed them together. And when Shuten finally had enough of the endless badgering. After learning they share a multitude of things in common, bonding over Mt. Oe's specialty wine and a few needed laughs, things just went up from there. Far up, extended in death. They aren't ashamed of how close they are, Ibaraki Dōji least of all. Can't stress it enough how much Ibaraki gossips about his best friend. Brags and brags, he just doesn't have an off switch; if he talks Shuten's ear off this much, how long do you think he'll go on about his love?
Obviously, they hold trust and pixie dust. Willing to perish protecting their connection. Such a strong bond is beautiful to witness. Even in the heat of battle, scarred and battered by their foes-they live, laugh and love each other. Same deal for their beloved, you're treated no less; meant to be there with them as a part of their overall whole, a family. It's no party without their lover, without all of you there to share and happily indulge together as one. From how insistent they are to hang all over you, why complain? Always expecting you to join their hang outs, and honestly, knowing how Ibaraki is, he'd convince you. Ask Shuten Dōji himself. If there's a will- no, if Ibaraki has a will, there's a way. He'll make a way himself, underestimating him is a terrible mistake.
Whether or not you join their friendly little punch ups, there is a lot of consideration for your wellbeing, how greatly you impact their lives, and how much meaning you generously give them. Out of all the humans and shikigami, a polymerous relationship with 2 of the world's most powerful demons is one of the top lively and exciting ones out there. Especially from Shuten's end. Funny how annoying he finds Ibaraki's constant pestering, yet he is the exact same towards his lover. He is crazy about you, can write an entire book about it if he had time. Can never seem to cease complimenting you, and oh boy he can't make it more known how he misses you. How much you would lighten up this boring party with him and Ibaraki. Sometimes even Ibaraki can't stand it, pure cringe.
Speaking of Ibaraki.
Depending how you entered this relationship and how much Ibaraki personally knows you expect...jealousy. He either introduces you as dramatically as an English anime voice actor-like Shuten just knows he will-or he tries to make you leave. Force you to fuck off in the most brutal methods known to man, furiously protective of his dear friend. It stems from a main source, the trauma his dear friend suffered from the seductive hands of Momiji, who broke Shuten's poor heart into millions of itty-bitty pieces. Shuten nearly abandoned relationships entirely. Ibaraki loathes her for it, forgiveness will never bliss her.
Envy is next to nonexistent within Shuten. As one of the strongest demons to roam the Earth, as well as their deity, there is no reason to envy insignificant people. Or anyone really. If anything, others envy being so beneath Shuten in power. They can be mad all they want, Shuten couldn't care less if he wanted too. Just not that type. Slightly possessive in his own demonic way, but it's a fact; nothing to worry over Shuten's rival, no more than he usually does. Ibaraki is the only one to worry about fortunately. But also, unfortunately. Because Ibaraki loves making "that's a you" problem everyone else's problem. And it will take him longer to accept a new "lover" then it would Shuten.
Patience is a virtue. An important one. Give time, let Ibaraki go his comfortable pace, prove you mean no harm or ill will. Ibaraki maybe overdramatic but he isn't illogical, or immorally demeaning. Immortals like Ibaraki value it-time-greatly, like Jewelers selling their gems, rare treasures and antiques. Know him inside and out, he`ll warm up...
I keep trying to think of what kinds of gifts and things Astarion would try to give/do to court Tav, because technically, yes, this is an entirely different "time era"... and he is a daywalker vampire. I just don't see him as someone presenting a gift "softly". I feel like it would be attached to some quip
Okay, so I got around to trying for an actual gift giving scene. I imagine all of Tavarti's gifts are simple little trinkets you'd have to convince her to take or pretend to simply lend to her.
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Tavarti kneeled on the cool morning grass as she listened to the sounds of nature greeting the new day. Her hands clasped together in quiet contemplation. The morning prayers were always the paladin's favorite part of the day. Traditionally, Ilmatari pray ten times a day. What with their current situation, Tavarti rarely takes the time to keep up with such a regimen but she hasn't yet given up on her morning prayers. Watching the sunrise as she meditates, reflects, and sometimes even speaks with Him.
"So, what exactly is it about wearing rags you like so much? The not-so gentle caress of burlap? Or is it just the unflattering cut?"
Not him.
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh, don't be, darling. You can't help not knowing any better. "
She had not opened her eyes upon first hearing him, and she hadn't still when he sat down in the grass next to her. A week or so ago she'd be on guard the moment she felt his presence. Now? She hardly felt the need to keep her eye on him. At least not here. Strange considering a week or so ago she still thought he was a living person.
"Pardon me for being unclear. What are we talking about?"
"The reason you dress like a pauper."
"It's called a vow of poverty, Astarion. We've been over this."
"Yes, yes, you Ilmatari love to be poor. I know."
Tavarti smirked at him. He sounded like he was describing something unfashionable or unseemly. As obnoxious as he liked to be, his fancy way of speaking did amuse the paladin.
"You know one of those little tiefling urchins tried to swindle me with some cheap bauble? Said it was magic or some nonsense. "
"Oh? Did Gale tell you otherwise? "
He scoffed at her. She smirked at him again. She was getting good at poking back.
"I didn't need a wizard to see the ring was junk!"
"Ah. Good for you. Not being outwitted by literal children."
"Oh, yes. I got the ugly thing for an absolute steal. "
That particular poke got the paladin to actually look at him. Finally rewarding the rogue with a look of stern disapproval. A reward that was happily accepted with a very toothy grin.
"Astarion."
"Oh hush, I taught them a few tricks. It was a fair trade. I even let them in on it. "
The elf chuckles at how clever he finds himself. Running his fingers through his hair, Tavarti almost swears he's posing now that she's looking. She honestly would not put it past him.
Feeling properly admired, Astarion tossed the ring at the paladin who caught it without a word. Turning it over in her hand, she inspects the piece of jewelry carefully.
It was a simple gold ring with crudely etched designs of flowers leading up to what appeared to be the sun. Inside were words in a language the paladin did not recognize. The ring wasn't particularly hideous; though the lack of any gemstones might qualify as ugly by Astarion's standards. There existed no smell of magic or malign intent. Satisfied with her appraisal she hands the ring back to the spawn.
"It isn't magic."
"I already knew that!" Astarion scowled at her and made no move to take the ring back.
"Then why would you give it to me?"
"To see how hideous it is! "
"It's not that ugly."
"Then keep it!"
Tavarti frowned. "We just spoke of this. Here, take it."
"No!"
"Well, why not?"
It wasn't necessarily abnormal to struggle making sense of the spawn; he was a complicated fellow at his best. The paladin usually did an adequate job reading him, yet suddenly she feels an unusual tension from him and cannot say why. He actually seemed rather huffy about all this.
"I believe you people refer to it as an "act of charity?"
"I believe we people refer to it as a "vow of poverty"."
"Trust me, darling. Nothing about that ring says 'excess material wealth'. Just take it. "
"I do not own material things, Astarion."
"Oh, it hardly counts! Look how ugly-"
"Ugly possessions are still material possessions."
That only seemed to irritate him further. Was he insulted? Or simply aggravated by her insistence on what he'd consider an alternative lifestyle?
"What about your sword? Your journal?"
Tavarti raised an eyebrow. This was turning into more of an argument than she originally anticipated, and the paladin doesn't exactly have high expectations for any of their interactions.
"My sword, armor, journal all belong to the church. I am simply borrowing them. They'll have them back when I die, I assure you."
If she didn't know any better she'd have sworn she saw him flinch at her answer. Was it such an incongruent way of life? Surely, the spawn had more interesting things to ponder with his new found freedom than her vows.
They sat in a tense silence afterwards. Tavarti was unable to bring herself back to her reflection as she felt the pot next to her start to boil over. All she could do was sit and wait in anticipation of whatever demeaning retort eventually came to him.
"...Then why don't you just borrow it?"
That wasn't exactly the retort she was expecting.
"I'm sorry?"
"No need to be, darling. It's really a point of pride, you see. I won it fair and square, so I don't feel so inclined to throw it down a well just yet, but it's far too ugly for me to wear. You can hold onto it for me. "
The paladin regarded the spawn as if he were, well, a monster. He could see her mind hard at work trying to decipher the trickery at play. Her divine sense passed over him like some sort of celestial bloodhound looking for just a hint of malign intent. She said nothing for what felt like an impossibly long time. It was beginning to irritate him.
"Besides, such a dull thing won't look so out of place on you."
That seemed a bit more like reality and less like an illthid hallucination. He was being a bit caustic for him to be trying for a favor. He knew her Oath all but guaranteed him off her protection provided he remained relatively well-behaved. She knew the ring was not cursed. Then…
"Why?"
He huffed at her wariness. Its not like he was asking for a vein.
"It might make you a bit less depressing to look at. Now will you just hold it for me?"
He was pushing it. Her first instinct was to scold him for once again trying to undermine her vows. Respect these boundaries. Yet, she couldn't help but want to give him the benefit of the doubt. Encourage this somewhat charitable behavior. Ignoring the obvious barbs, this was actually quite touching coming from him. Especially so considering how much of Astarion's worldview was take before you're taken from.
Honestly, if he wanted to talk about depressing he really ought to look in a-
Well, anyway.
She finally withdraws her hand; still holding the ring so delicately between her fingers. Perhaps she could make an exception. Treat this as something more…immaterial. A symbol, of sorts. No different from her red cords or her cloak.
She slides the ring onto a few of her fingers before settling on one; quietly pleased it fits. She holds the hand up to better catch the morning light and looks over at Astarion for his reaction. He smirks and rolls his eyes before turning back to enjoy the sunrise before them.
"Tsk. Just don't forget to return it, darling. "
Afterwards, the two sit in silence. Enjoying the serene morning air alone, together. The paladin continued her prayers in silence; eyes closed, offering Astarion some small privacy as he enjoyed yet another dawn.
Since I accidently answered the ask of @shadowsevilfish privately, I'll repost it so everyone can enjoy the headcanons. 😌 Thanks again for sending it back to me 🙏
Mammon finding precious items to give MC and the like isn't surprising, considering the rumors about how once he sets his eyes on someone, they find themself covered in riches. MC obviously wasn't exempt from this, but sometimes, those riches turned out to mostly be items that reminded Mammon about them.
While jewelry and clothes compose the majority of his gifts, it's not rare for MC to sometimes find other tokens of affection appearing randomly in their room, like a pretty mirror that Mammon offered them so they can hopefully see themself exactly how he sees them everyday, like a beautiful, living treasure. Sometimes it'll be a flower of their favorite color that he found on his way back from RAD, or even a ticket to see their favorite movie (and obviously, he happens to have one as well...).
MC has learned after a point during their life in the House of Lamentation that all of those strange gifts could only be coming from the one brother who kept glancing at different parts of their room for, at first glance no reason whatsoever, when in truth he was actually checking if you hadn't gotten rid of the items. Only to smile out of relief when he'd notice the mirror he had given you was displayed on your wardrobe, the flower still full of life in a small vase on the table, and the ticket between their fingers as they readied themself to head out with him for the night.
Another thing. What did you think of... Momiji? That... maple spirit. Personally, I have nothing nice to say about the harlot but, I assume you might?
Nothing nice to say here either.
Minor Warning; Cannibalism (Momiji being herself)
Momiji is an abusive "harlot", as you said. She has it bad, she was already corrupt as a human before becoming an oni. Thats about the nicest thing I can say about her.
Reeks trouble and brings it forth. Straight forward conflict, she literally eats people, enjoys it even. She openly admits to it, not bothering to lie about it. Downright a creeper and a heartbreaker, there is a canon scene where she outright threatens to devour Kagura for knowing Seimei personally. Cannibalistic, broke Shuten Dōji's heart so bad he spiraled into an alcoholic depression and is far too vain for my tastes.
Rejecting Shuten Dōji's love is one thing but hurting him the way she did is a crime punishable by death >:C. How dare she hurt my man?
Doesn't show any change or any important character growth for that matter. Merely a problem to be solved in Seimei's storyline, a steppingstone, a fly he needed to swat. Kinda made her boring, she never had any major significance to the story anyway, so it was easy to say bye-bye when Seimei finally sealed her. Though I guess that was the intention, she didn't need to be, when going as far as to eat people you're pretty far gone. At the end of the day, she got what she deserved.
Tell me, in excruciating detail about your bg3 OC. I gotta know. For science. 👉👉 I know you've written pieces, but this is your chance to just info dump.
Oh boy. I guess you asked for it.
You did yours really well so I'm gonna try and match how you did that. She's based on a DnD character I always wanted play so there's probably no way she'd be a reality in BG3 without heavy nodding but that won't stop the fanfiction I'm gonna write upon full release. I'll make it work damn it.
🔥 Who/What the Hell is She? 🌻
So my OC is a scourge aasimar paladin named Tavarti. It's a mash up of Tav and Havarti ( 🧀 ) Why? No idea. I spelled it like that by accident one day. Loved the way it sounded when I said it then remembered what Havarti was. By then it was too late.
She's a Oath of Devotion Paladin serving Ilmater the God of Endurance, Suffering, Martyrdom, etc.
🔥 What Does She Look Like? 🌻
Being an aasimar, Tavarti has "traditionally angelic features". She grew up in a temple full of classical statues of angels and I like the idea of her growing up in a shrine dedicated to that part of herself she knows so little about (literally has never met another of her kind) and having people make those constant comparisons. She absolutely still cringes when people call her "Angel".
Tavarti has the classical angel face. Fiery red/copper hair and sun-kissed skin with freckles. Her eyes are a bright golden color with bright pupils like pinholes of light. (Think Tamaki from Fire Force). Being a Scourge, the sun, fire, and light are a big part of her motif. She wears obviously second-hand armor with a ratty red cloak patched with sunflower designs (a symbol of transient Ilmatari healers) with red cords tied in intricate knots around her wrists and up her forearms (another symbol of Ilmater).
Despite her angelic features, Tavarti does very little towards her appearance. Her clothes are second-hand and patchy. She has longer hair but it's very obviously outgrown from lack of upkeep and is rarely brushed out or neat and is often obscuring her face. Think about as opposite from Astarion as possible in terms of vanity. Neither of them have probably seen a mirror in awhile.
🔥 Backstory 🌻
Tavarti was (allegedly) born to a temple priestess who had sworn a vow of purity. According to the Sister she fell asleep in a sunbeam and became pregnant. Tavarti prefers to think her mother simply had a moment of human weakness, broke her vow, then got incredibly lucky with an aasimar child. Mostly because the thought of her being the product of nonconsensual impregnation by a higher power makes her very uncomfortable. You can imagine what she thinks of Gale and Mystra.
Tavarti was raised by the temple as a whole, with her mother choosing instead to treat herself more as a holy vessel than her maternal figure. There were no other children in the temple. It was mostly populated by older women under vows of poverty, purity, and sometimes even silence. It was an incredibly lonely childhood. The entire temple treated Tavarti as a holy relic and/ or omen. Its believed that aasimar are always born for a reason. Created by design. Tavarti was born to fulfill a divine purpose, something that has been drilled into her since birth. Yay crushing expectations.
🔥 Personality, Love Language, etc. 🌻
Tavarti has shit social skills. The temple from her childhood was filled with older clergy who rarely spoke or treated her like a person. She's usually very reserved. She definitely tries to go for stern paladin but after getting to know her it quickly becomes apparent she's just incredibly awkward. She flusters relatively easily and gets very red. When she's not being awkward and repressed, she's...intense. Under the hard shell of armor, Tavarti is fiery, passionate, and angry. She's deeply empathetic and becomes enraged when she witnesses suffering or oppression. She absolutely will fight a cop/guard/God if she thinks they are taking advantage of others. The laws of mortal men mean shit to her. They say you have to be a little crazy to be a paladin and Tavarti definitely comes off as a little unhinged when it comes to upholding her oath.
Being a paladin of Devotion, Tavarti has made an oath to live up to a certain ideal no matter what. Her behavior is restrictive and constantly self policed (hence the awkward). She's...
Not allowed to lie. (Though she can get away with being vague and hoping people make poor assumptions as long as it does them no harm.)
Must help people in need. No denying them if they ask. No abandoning them if things get hard. (Big motivation to stick with the tadpole party and later feed Astarion/Gale)
Not allowed to start fights. She can finish them though.
Must not act or not act due to fear. You can be cautious but never cowardly. Uses this to justify the absolute stupid shit she does in the name of good.
Long and short: She comes off as very boring at first but after awhile it becomes pretty obvious she's crazy as shit. Have fun, tadpole party.
Outside of her armor, Tavarti is surprisingly soft. She likes flowers (flowers are a big deal in the Church of Ilmater) and can name most any of them by sight and what they mean symbolically. She likes to cook and sew. She's trained in the medical arts and tends to fuss over party members. Where Shadowheart heals you to keep you alive, Tavarti wants to make you feel better.
That being said, her love language is definitely acts of service. She is a Paladin of Devotion after all. When she begins to get attached to the party she starts secretly mending their clothes as they sleep or bathe. She offers to do their washing when she does hers. She fusses over them when they're hurt or sick. If she's crushing, she won't approach you. She'll shyly watch you from afar, offer you her handkerchief when you need it, secretly steal your clothes to mend and/or smell them yeah she's kind of a creeper sorry
🔥 The Party 🌻
Lae'zel: Tavarti and Lae'zel clash. Tavarti took an Oath to behave in ways that Lae'zel doesn't understand/support but she respects Tavarti's dedication to her vow and her fighting ability. Tavarti respects Lae'zel's devotion to her Queen in turn. Tavarti thinks Lae'zel is capable and admirably strong-willed. When Lae'zel bucks up and challenges Tavarti or vice versa they are both very willing to get in each other's faces and stare down. I imagine things are tense until a breaking point where they beat each others asses and then gain a mutual respect. Big "are they going to fight or fuck" energy.
Shadowheart: She's definitely wary of Shadowheart at first. No acolyte would choose to be secretive of their God unless it was a dark one. Over time though they bond over healing and debate ideologies. Shadowheart likes that Tavarti is willing to understand her devotion and Shadowheart reminds Tavarti of the sisters of the temples which makes it easier for her to talk to her. Their late night conversations start out religious/professional but definitely end up being giggly gossipy girl talk. Don't you dare mock them for it either.
Astarion: Oh, Astarion... He's like her antithesis. A challenge from the Gods to test her. He's noble (Ilmatari take vows of poverty and Tavarti definitely associates wealth to corruption) , he's undead (Again, Ilmatari don't like the undead. Unholy creatures etc. Also, Paladin. ), he's theatrical, excessive, and vain (versus her repressed, reserved, understated), he's an asshole (Again, Paladin.) Yet... she's shamefully attracted to him. He's not like anyone she's ever met or known. He's as beautiful as the marble statues she grew up admiring. Well-spoken but also...beastly. She'd rather swallow her own tongue than admit that to him. His backstory and vulnerable moments appeal to the bleeding heart Ilmatari in her which leads to some friction and definitely gets him more leeway from her than he'd get otherwise (definitely that and not him being hot no sir). Their entire relationship inspires a lot of confusion and shame in her. He thinks she's an idiot at worst, easy pickings at best. He spits and rejects all her attempts at comfort/support early on but secretly enjoys how...safe her company makes others feel. (Others not him of course) If nothing else she's fun to mess with.
Gale: She likes Gale... for the most part. She knows he's withholding information from her and that dishonesty irks her. She's willing to play along but doesn't hesitate to point out when Gale is asking too much or being especially prideful (wizards 🙄). She also thinks his relationship with Mystra is weird and inappropriate (she can't help but compare it to her relationship with Ilmater and well, *shudders*) but I imagine she keeps that to herself. Gale thinks Tavarti is wholesome and good. He admires her devotion and the softer aspects of her personality. He'd probably write her a poem and she'd quietly love it.
Wyll: Wyll thinks Tavarti is the shit and Tavarti thinks Wyll...means well. The warlock thing definitely gives her divine sense the heebiejeebies but Tavarti can't help but like his easy-going charm and heroic attitude. It's really only the theatrical "Blade of Frontiers" thing Tavarti has a hard time getting behind. I imagine he tries to convince her to take up a name ("The Sunflower Knight!" "Wyll, I swear to the Crying God..." ) and lean into the hero title. Wyll would probably be the first person to see Tavarti smile or laugh. Also, Tavarti will absolutely beat Mizora's ass for him no cap
