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That sounds so so FUN OMG!!!! 🤍🥹🥹🥹 Oki so if you have time, and even if you do, you don't have to do it: So I can't play BG3 (rip laptop cannot run it T-T) but I watched the playthroughs religiously so here we go XDDD

- Eilis Duskwraith, She/Her/Hers. She is a Half-Elf Ranger, subclass Gloom Stalker. She is a big lover of animals, plants (she's got like years behind her in potions making, herbal remedies etc) but also dabbles a bit in necromancy. She's got a messy practical braid for her shoulder-length hair, copper. She's got brown eyes, sunkissed skin, freckled shoulders and face. She's got a small scar on her upper lip on the right and a scar over her eyebrow on her left side. She is smart mouth, she's able to ramble for hours on end if you mention something she loves. She's feisty and doesn't let her height (5"0) get in the way. Way too honorable for her own good. She is also impulsive and a big cuddler. - With the bear man please, Halsin 🐻🌿🥹 Could be cute, funny or chaotic, I don't mind!! - Could be for example something where they have to help people from a village, or she is trying to run after a baby creature going on a food-eating rampage, or even just cuddles with Halsin 🥹🥹🥹

Thank you so much for doing and hosting this 🥹😭😭🤍🤍🤍

BG3 Ficlet Requests

Now taking requests for short ficlets!

Want a little something written for two of the companions? Want a little something written for your Tav and their love interest? Want to see an interaction between two characters that never met in canon? Want to help someone in a writing slump for their own fic who is completely obsessed with BG3?

Look no further!

Rules:

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Request your ficlet 😊 (either in your reblog or by sending an ask!)

Terms:

Any pairing (poly is good too!)

Any character (Origin characters, other companions, NPCs, Tavs and Durges)

Any rating (18+ in bio if requesting an E rating)

Extra details:

If submitting a request with a Tav and/or a Durge, please describe them (race, class, looks, personality, etc.)

There isn't much I won't write, but I retain the right to refuse your request if it makes me uncomfortable (if you're unsure, ask me first!)

That's it! Looking forward to writing for you all 💖

FAQ

Will add things here as questions come along.

What's the fic you're currently procrastinating writing?

I'm currently working on Silver Marks and Heartstrings, an Astarion x Tav Soulmate!AU.

You can read it [here] on Ao3 or [here] on Tumblr.

How long is a ficlet?

Usually under 1k words (definitely under 2k).

How much does this cost?

Nothing, it's free 🥰

I've always loved writing, and I'm currently super obsessed with BG3, so it's a win-win!

Can I send a request anonymously?

If it's an E rating, absolutely not.

If the request is intriguing enough... Maybe!

Thank you so much for this beautiful piece @bladesandbhaalspawn 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍😭😭😭

The Great Raccoon Chase

A Halsin x Tav Ficlet

for @maul-of-shame

Pairing: Halsin x Tav (Eilis, she/her, half-elf, ranger)

Words: <1k

Rating: G

Summary: A furry fiend rampages through Greenhollow; Eilis and Halsin work together to wrangle the raccoon back into nature.

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"Someone catch that raccoon!" a villager shouted, wielding a broom with desperate zeal. Another followed suit, brandishing a wooden spoon as if it were a sword.

Eilis' eyes widened as she finally spotted the source of the chaos: a small, furry rascal with a mischievous glint in its beady eyes, zooming around the village square, shattering the peace of the little village of Greenhollow. It had managed to scale a stack of flour bags, leaving a trail of white dust in its wake - as well as a cacophony of panicked screams and the clatter of falling metal pots.

"Sorry, my heart, the tour will have to wait," the ranger told her partner, eyes never leaving her target, body preparing to pounce.

Halsin raised an eyebrow, trying to stifle a chuckle. "I take it that's not part of the usual village routine?"

"You'd be surprised," Eilis said, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. "That little rascal has been pilfering food from every vendor it can find. The day before you arrived, I swear I was just about to catch it when it decided to put on a show and run right through town."

With that, Eilis sprang into action, her practical braid bouncing with every step. She darted around the market, weaving between villagers and overturned carts. The raccoon, now perched triumphantly atop a loaf of bread, was clearly enjoying the chaos it was creating.

"My heart, watch out!" Halsin called as the raccoon leaped from the bread onto a tower of oranges, sending citrus flying in every direction. Eilis, determined not to let the creature escape, skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding a shower of orange pulp.

"Not today, you furry fiend!" the ranger shouted, diving forward. The raccoon, sensing the hunt, scrambled up a nearby vegetable cart, scattering potatoes like confetti.

As Eilis managed to corner the raccoon next to a cart of cabbages, the creature made a final, dramatic leap. It landed directly on Eilis' shoulder, clutching a half-eaten carrot as if it were a trophy.

The villagers erupted in laughter and applause, clearly entertained by the sight of Eilis, her face smeared with flour and a carrot-clutching raccoon on her shoulder. Halsin arrived just in time to see Eilis' surprised but triumphant expression.

"Need a hand?" Halsin offered, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Only if you can wrestle this little troublemaker off me without getting turned into a snack," Eilis replied, trying to keep her tone light despite the raccoon's determined nibbling right by her earlobe.

Halsin, with practiced ease, murmured soft words and coaxed the raccoon into his arms, fingers deftly grabbing the fiend by its scruff. "How's that for teamwork?" he said, his voice full of affection.

Eilis sighed in relief, leaning against him as she caught her breath. "I don't think I've ever had such a chaotic afternoon, and I've had an illithid tadpole in my brain. Thank you for the assist, my love."

Halsin chuckled softly, wrapping his free arm around her waist. "Always, my heart. Though I must admit, this wasn't quite the welcome I was expecting when I came to visit you in this new part of Faerûn," he teased. "I do hope dropping off this little rascal back in nature will grant us a moment of peace."

Eilis gave him a playful nudge. "I wouldn't bet on it. With me around, life's never dull." She grinned up at the druid, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

As they left the village behind, the little raccoon still happily munching away on its carrot, Halsin and Eilis headed back into the lush wilderness where they both felt most at ease. Their laughter echoed through the trees, a reminder that amidst all the chaos, they always had each other.

strangely he feels at home in this place fanfic

Title: strangely he feels at home in this place

Summary: Virgil finds himself in a different reality with no way of returning back home. Strangely, he’s mostly okay with this

Word-Count: 540

Pairings: platonic prinixety

Warnings: spiders, parental favoritism

I found a random snippet of dialogue in my wips when i should be writing something else and couldn’t help finally doing something with it

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How is Virgil’s day going, you might ask? Well, on the scale of one to oh-my-god-my-brother-transported-me-to-another-reality-and-I-have-no-way-of-getting-back-home, it’s going great. Real swell.

I mean, really it could’ve been a lot worse. There could’ve been no one to hear his screams as he tried escaping the clutches of a giant spider. Virgil liked spiders. He even had a pet tarantula named Susie back home. But it is very easy to be afraid of anything that’s ten times the size of you and looks ready to devour you whole. 

Instead, a strange elf-like man saved him at the last second. Or at least, he appeared elf-like, with his pointy ears and graceful poise. Despite his numerous writings, Virgil hasn’t met an actual elf before. He hadn’t planned on it. Nor had he planned being his brother’s pet guinea pig but here we are.

The elf turns out to be named Roman, a name that is far more normal sounding than Virgil expected to hear. Upon hearing Virgil’s plight, he offers for him to stay in his abode at once.

“Wait, you actually believe me?” Virgil raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, someone shows up from a different world every other moon cycle,” Roman waves him off, “Now come! You must be hungry–I will prepare you a feast back at my house!”

Virgil’s stomach growls, “Well you aren’t wrong about that.”

“So, are you a warrior for your people?” Roman asks as they walk down the supposed route to his home. Virgil gives him a double take because uh, did he not see him screaming? Running from the spider as fast as his legs could possibly take him? 

“Oh no,” Virgil chuckles awkwardly, “I’m a writer.”

“A writer?” Roman tilts his head, “What’s that?”

“It’s, well,” Virgil stammers, almost embarrassed to admit, “I come up with stories and record them so that other people can read them.”

“You’re a storyteller?!” Roman shrieks with excitement, “you’re so young–your people must honor you greatly.”

Now it’s Virgil’s turn to be confused.

“Um, what do you mean?”

“As a storyteller you inspire hope, impart wisdom, produce laughter with your stories–surely your people look onto you with reverence and respect!”

They in fact do the opposite of that. His people see his writing as a foolish prospect. They berate him for his chosen profession. “Why couldn’t you have gone into STEM like your brother?” They ask, “Writing will get you nowhere in life!”

In a way, they were right. It was his brother’s science and not writing that got him transported to this world. A world that apparently cherishes and nurtures stories rather than kill them.

“Are you alright, dear storyteller?” Roman says softly. He’s standing in front of Virgil, frowning.

“I, um, I just–” Virgil begins, never being quite as good with verbal words as he is with written words, “Let’s just say my world doesn’t hold the same view as yours.”

“What?!” Roman exclaims, before bursting into a very long, winding rant. So long that would take up at least a page or two to write it all down. As he rambles about the sanctity of stories and their importance, Virgil begins to smile.

Maybe he’ll never find a way back home. That thought should terrify him, but it doesn’t. Because home has already found him.

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Multi-Chapters:

Stories of varying word counts that feature multiple chapters.

Travelers in the Dark: Virgil is a monster, an outcast to both humanity and his own kind. It is better for him and everyone else if he secluded himself in a nature park, where it is safe.

All Virgil had wanted was one quiet night in the park. Of course that stargazing idiot had to get himself into trouble and cause Virgil to have to step in and save him. Now there’s a silver knife sticking out his chest and he’s bleeding to death. Great.  Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (Ongoing, Chapters 6-8 completed, Chapters 4 and 5 are wips)

Velveteen Wishes: In an attic of a dilapidated house laid three toys who were just as real as you and I are. For their owner, a brown-haired boy with rosy cheeks and chestnut eyes, made them so through his love.  These three toys were all he had. They were his only friends and together they fought against evil in the Imagination Land.

But evil lurks in the real world, danger that the toys cannot protect their boy from. Patton, Virgil and Logan will have to become more than mere toys to save Roman. Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (Indefinite Hiatus)

Not Quite Imaginary: Like many children, Logan and Roman had imaginary friends. Roman’s friend was Patton, a gentle giant who could heal wounds with a single kiss. Logan’s friend was Virgil, a sarcastic fairy with an affinity for dark magic. Both Virgil and Patton were best friends with each other, and together the four found themselves in all sorts of troubles.

But Logan and Roman are now adults and they’ve left imaginary friends behind along with their childhoods. The two are in for a shock of their lives when it’s discovered that their imaginary friends aren’t quite as imaginary as they’ve once thought.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (Ongoing, 25% of chapter 4 completed)

Crescent:  Virgil’s just one of many kids who aged out of the foster care system. He was kicked out of the foster house with little to nothing to his name yet expected to be a functioning member of society. He makes enough just to get by working at a fast food restaurant with the manager from hell.In a rush to get home after a bad day at work, he takes a short-cut through an alleyway and his day goes from bad to worse when he’s confronted by a mugger.

Fortunately, he is rescued by a werewolf who happened to be passing by. Unfortunately said werewolf decides he needs protecting and wants Virgil to be a part of their pack. (Part 1 of Werewolf AU, Complete)

Gibbous: Virgil’s encounter with three real life werewolves left him feeling half-convinced it had to be the concoction of some fervor dream.

But as a former foster kid who aged out of the system with little to nothing but the clothes on his back, he has bigger things to worry about than werewolves. Like, how he was going to survive on a fast food employee’s wage for starters.

When his friend Remy presents him with a new job opportunity, his first gut instinct was to refuse it. And you know what they say about gut instincts… (Part 2 of Werewolf AU, Ongoing)

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Concept Fics

Fics told in an informal, loose story-telling style.

Foster-Dad Patton AU:

In which Patton is a foster dad and the others are his kiddos.

Part 1 (Logan), (ongoing, sporadic updates)

Memes:  “Of course–it’s important to me that I am able to understand you, regardless of the words you use.” In which Logan as a father tries his best to understand his son Virgil’s usage of memes and slang words. Platonic Analogical

Homeschooling: I got so frustrated with the way that homeschooling is often depicted in fanfiction, that I wrote a positive human!AU depication of the sides as homeschoolers.

The Sides As Fanfiction Writers: Enough Said.

When the Sides Get Sick, Each of Them Have Different Reactions: Headcanons about how the Sides handle being sick

Oneshots:

Completed single-chapter fics with the bare minimum of 1k words.

Ouroboros:  Deceit can’t stop lying because he is lies. He’s never known a time before lying. A Character Study on Deceit

Lend An Ear:  Virgil is worried about his math homework, luckily his foster dad is there to lend an ear. Father-Son Moxiety.

Wishful Thinking:   Logan folds a thousand paper cranes to see if good luck will follow suit. Platonic LAMP

Afflicted by Fiction:  Agitated by a creative block, Roman ventures into the depths of his realm in an attempt to let off steam.

Gallant Knights and Wretched Seawitches:  Prince Roman sneaks off to a cove to perform one-man play to an audience of no one. He’s surprised one day to discover Logan sitting there, enjoying the performance. // Based off @fandergecko‘s Mermaid AU, platonic logince

Astraphobia: Logan knows it’s illogical to fear the storm, and yet it he still fears it. Fortunately, the others are there to comfort him. Platonic LAMP

When the Blazing Sun is Gone: Virgil is a lonely vampire who hasn’t interacted with a human in decades. That all changes when he runs into a man with an ukulele in the park late at night. Platonic Moxiety

Dear Happy: Patton is having a bad day and Virgil’s there to remind him that it’s alright to lean on others for support. Platonic Moxiety

Some Princes don’t become Kings: “You shall die in a cloak of red, surrounded by friends.” Ever since he was little, Roman’s been burdened with the prophecy of his own death. Fantasy AU

Birthday Cake: Logan doesn’t understand why birthday cake tastes any different than normal cake–in fact, he doesn’t understand the whole point of birthdays in the first place. Platonic LAMP

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