For day 5, what symbol represents Arilda and Lae'zel more than a silver sword? A source of pride for Lae'zel, and the reminder of a grim past for Arilda.
archiveofourown.org/works/58584220
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Following the instructions the book was giving him, Everett is sure that he's ready to sign the contract. He thinks, anyway. It's too late to turn back now.
Please heed the tags!
Come to me with my prayer on your lips archiveofourown.org/works/53427454
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Symbology! What represents your character?
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30 minutes to write, you say? Well...after realising my first run was something that's in an anonymous collection til August, here's attempt 2 at a 30 minute speedwrite, complete with video!
#Rugan x Flasked Spectator~
archiveofourown.org/works/67721161
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I wrote this in like 20 minutes last night after being inspired by @cosmicstartv.bsky.social and @armjail.bsky.social
Arilda gets her punishment for playing with the Salami.
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Dreams continue to bother Everett, memories and his Patron in the back of his mind, reminding him of what is to come. Deep down he knows he knows he's not going to like it.
archiveofourown.org/works/67705986
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I've never done something like this but I tried.
Day 4 of #SpillYourInkwellBG3 is here!
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30-Minute Thursday! Write a scene in 30 minutes or less.
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I'll share this today, if anyone had been curious of the relationship between my main two OCs Arilda and Astryx, then this fic explains their childhood.
archiveofourown.org/works/58191517
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archiveofourown.org/works/55872076
Astarion's first time in the sun was also my first fanfic in over a decade 💕
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Sample (as much as fits) "My, my, Archduke, do you finally have eyes for someone besides yourself?" Haarlep was sounding more amused by the second, clearly enjoying seeing the fiend so riled up. "Obviously not," he lied, "I'd like to take her down a peg. Maybe three, come to think of it." "Well you can't risk damaging your toy before you have what you want, can you~" Haarlep purred, discarding the ruffled shirts that had now been removed. "Oh, your real form, if you please." Doing as he was bidden automatically, Raphael's body almost instantly shifted to his demonic form, horns rising in twisted shapes above fiery crimson skin, and his still neat and chestnut brown hair barely changing. "Of course I can't break her, but there has to be some way- You've heard how she speaks to me, haven't you? I know too well you sit there scrying like I'm putting on a play for your amusement." "Well of course, I am your biggest fan," Haarlep sneered, the subtle insult not unnoticed yet remaining unchallenged as the power balance continued to shift in their favour. It always did. "Perhaps you should try another co-star on your stage. I can't say I'm not curious either, it is so entertaining watching her sharp tongue match wits with yours." "Careful, Harlot, you are here by my grace alone, remember?" "Hah! Grace? That's what you call it? No." Haarlep snatched up his throat in their claws, almost cutting into the flesh with the pressure, eyes alight with more than the usual fire. "And you will call me by my name, now, Archduke." The title was a snub, and Raphael knew it, but the incubus had a hold on him in more ways than one. "Fine, Haarlep," he gasped, the pressure finally relieving just slightly. "There's barely any difference anyway." He averted his eyes just for a moment. Wrong move. "You will look at me when addressing me," their hand was now gripping Raphael's chin savagely, "and I am not beyond silencing that rude little tongue of yours either."
And up to date now for #BG3OpenTheVault and #SpillYourInkwellBG3 with this Free Space - I decided to go for an older piece, the first time I properly wrote #BG3Raphael x #Haarlep
archiveofourown.org/works/50727289
From my main (complete!) longfic!
archiveofourown.org/series/3766246
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Sample: Barcus found himself wishing for the burns just as hungrily as he had welcomed the spice of the meal earlier. Perhaps it had not been so strange to compare food to this kind of pain, or so he would have thought if he had the capacity remaining for comprehensive analysis of his situation. The gnome’s body was moving of its own accord – writhing under each burn, drawing long moans from deep in his lungs, subtly shifting to show new areas that had yet to feel the splash of wax lighting up his nerves with…with… Pain? Pleasure? The two were as completely entwined as silk thread in a spider’s web. Inseparable and creating the most beautiful snare from which he found himself unwilling to escape. With time, his mind and body felt both completely combined with one another and yet somehow…detached, floating. There was a soft haze around him, a sweetly seductive feeling of peace. Even the addition of the riding crop bruising his thighs and rear between the splashing of the wax felt more relaxing than torturous. Was this the love of Loviatar that Abdirak spoke so highly of? Or was this all merely the care of the priest himself making pain feel truly like a thing that could hold and deliver affection? It didn’t seem to matter much either way, the feeling was the same no matter the source. This wasn’t at all like what he was used to, leagues away from everything he had known with Wulbren… Ah. There it was. The tension began to return to his body with a single name filtering into the back of his mind once more. How could he think of laying here, baring himself in the middle of the woods, when his—...when Wulbren was in danger. “Windmill…” He muttered reluctantly, and in an instant Abdirak’s joyful shouts were silenced, the candle snuffed, the crop dropped to the mud. “Dear one, I apologise. I did not mean to go too far.” The priest’s voice was as soft as the touch upon his shoulder, a single hand meant to ground, to reassure.
A second #BG3OpenTheVault #SpillYourInkwellBG3 is this introspection, mid #BDSM, because that's just how it goes sometimes~
#BarcusWroot x #Abdirak in The Wroot Of Pain with a good old "hear me out" and "mind the tags"
archiveofourown.org/works/64932712
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Main text from preview, no space for full transcript sorry. Sample: Sitting in his home, however, he found himself rather in need of a little help. There were instructions of course, but these seemed far more complex than any ritual or spell he had come across before, and he was certain some of the components were missing. What kind of magic furniture shop would make the customer go to such lengths just to make a bloody bookshelf?! A few hours later, several of his old friends were all trying to piece together the puzzles he had made, sat around his now rather cramped living room. “Tchk. Where is this Alann? It seems we require his key if we are to go on.” “Boo says he has counted all of the pieces, but there are two extras of this one! He would like to know if Minsc can keep them as trophies to our certain victory!” “You know, back at the Sharran Cloister this would be considered quite the fine method of torture .” “If you had wanted a new table, I could have carved one for you from proper oak. This…by Sylvanus’ beard it is an affront to nature. The grain has been painted over!” “Perhaps our wizard should have considered looking before he leapt into this pile of pieces, hmm?” “Mr Dekarios I must insist that you leave that box where it is, I shall be making good use of it later. It appears more comfortable than this cushioned thing that was within it.” “Shit! Sorry, soldier, think I scorched this bit… Seems like we can’t stay that long today.” “Pass it here, I might be able to buff out the worst of it. But she’s right, we’ll have to take our leave soon, I’m afraid.” “Darling, where in the hells is all of this supposed to go, exactly?” “Mystra’s glittering arse, that place was cursed.” Gale rubbed the furrow deepening between his brows. “Alright, that’s it, everyone up and out – we’re going to the Elfsong for a round of drinks. I’ll deal with this…tomorrow, probably. It could make a wonderful teaching moment for my latest students.”
I've been super busy this week so I'm late but still wanted to do some writing shares for #BG3OpenTheVault #SpillYourInkwellBG3 so here's Day 1 "Dialogue" as this bit from the end of "Gale Goes to Faerun IKEA" is mostly pure dialogue and also fun!
archiveofourown.org/works/64823995
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Day 3: Free Space
The Past and the Future, an instant follow-up to A Proper Punishment. Mind the tags, though #NSFW
archiveofourown.org/works/63515311
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This is a little #NineFingersKeene drabble I wrote but never published (it's meant to be part of a larger backstory piece for her that I still need to write 😭).
CW for torture of a child (the child is Nine-Fingers, it's how she lost her finger)
Stopping during their travels normally didn't cause much trouble but here they are. Story is nsfw, please mind the tags.
Omens, Curses and the book that started it archiveofourown.org/works/58599490
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Day 3 of #SpillYourInkwellBG3 is here!
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FREE SPACE - Share whatever you want to--old or new!
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#SpillYourInkwellBG3 #BrokenMirrors #Gale #Halsin
Sometimes a speechlessness says more than dialogue.
Here, Gale is a little flustered and his usual erudite ways fail him completely.
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The whole fanfic is written in 1st Person POV so there's a lot of introspection.
This snippet is Rolim deciding whether or not to ask for help...
archiveofourown.org/works/646722...
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Some Rolan introspection at Last Light (trigger warning for the full chapter which does contain some descriptions of torture)
archiveofourown.org/works/511202...
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(Un)fashionably late but sharing anyway; I don't write Nine-Fingers very often but I had a lot of fun writing the first time she and Es met
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archiveofourown.org/works/521590...
archiveofourown.org/works/53544337
Charyl Despep, a trans fem drow, reflects on the journey that led here to the current day, plz mind the tags, and I hope you enjoy one of my earliest fics for day 2 of #SpillYourInkwellBG3 #BG3OpenTheVault
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I'm hesitant to share bc writing isn't my strongest skill. Also, most of them do have typos.
Fair warning, i write dead dove and NSFW content, so check the tags, notes and series' notes for extra info.
archiveofourown.org/works/568465...
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I haven’t posted this story as it is not yet finished.
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Introspection
I had to look into the depth for this. Enjoy some Abdirak and Darius one on one. Still one of my personal favourites.
archiveofourown.org/works/62377594
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From the newest chapter of The Butcher, the Victorian/Penny Dreadful AU with Darius.
archiveofourown.org/works/629771...
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Day 1 - Dialogue
I'm sure it's still Monday somewhere in the universe 😶
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D'ylân and Astarion, after a long day of camp chores, surviving an ambush, banter, and "I totally can't stand this guy and don't care if he dies [but actually do]!"
archiveofourown.org/works/646778...
From a oneshot "That scent of yours goes to my head"
archiveofourown.org/works/54558304
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Day 2 of #SpillYourInkwellBG3 is here!
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Introspection! Let your character self-reflect.
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Day 1 of #SpillyourInkwellBG3 Dialogue!
This is from my One Shot “My Story to tell” in which Kelari tells Astarion most of his life story. This is perfect for this, because this was originally ALL dialogue! It’s just my shit.
archiveofourown.org/works/65924044
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Astarion getting a brief chance to meet Everett as a child. Chapter 2 of Baring your soul shouldn't be this nerve racking
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