#tavember Day 8: Age
Aunae is young for a drow and has plenty of years ahead of them...unless the spirits decide otherwise. lol
Also, Wyll, being the youngest in the group, is adorable, and I will not get over it. ❤️Pamper his ass!
#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot #dancingblades #dancinghellblades
The darkness is one thing Aunae is morbidly used to and does not show much restraint in accepting. As with everything they do, it is embraced fully and without question which tends to lead to some rather unsavory or uncomfortable situations for any witnesses or accompanying individuals. Aunae is unfazed by such discomfort. Life. Death. Dark. Light. It is all the same to them and they simply go and do as the spirits lead, whether its for good or bad. They exist in what some would consider to be a morally grey area. Right off the bat, the party is witnessed to Aunae’s questionable behaviors the moment they first meet at Moonrise on their quest to free the captives there.
The darkness is one thing Aunae is morbidly used to and does not show much restraint in accepting. As with everything they do, it is embraced fully and without question which tends to lead to some rather unsavory or uncomfortable situations for any witnesses or accompanying individuals. Aunae is unfazed by such discomfort. Life. Death. Dark. Light. It is all the same to them and they simply go and do as the spirits lead, whether its for good or bad. They exist in what some would consider to be a morally grey area. Right off the bat, the party is witnessed to Aunae’s questionable behaviors the moment they first meet at Moonrise on their quest to free the captives there.
The darkness is one thing Aunae is morbidly used to and does not show much restraint in accepting. As with everything they do, it is embraced fully and without question which tends to lead to some rather unsavory or uncomfortable situations for any witnesses or accompanying individuals. Aunae is unfazed by such discomfort. Life. Death. Dark. Light. It is all the same to them and they simply go and do as the spirits lead, whether its for good or bad. They exist in what some would consider to be a morally grey area. Right off the bat, the party is witnessed to Aunae’s questionable behaviors the moment they first meet at Moonrise on their quest to free the captives there.
The darkness is one thing Aunae is morbidly used to and does not show much restraint in accepting. As with everything they do, it is embraced fully and without question which tends to lead to some rather unsavory or uncomfortable situations for any witnesses or accompanying individuals. Aunae is unfazed by such discomfort. Life. Death. Dark. Light. It is all the same to them and they simply go and do as the spirits lead, whether its for good or bad. They exist in what some would consider to be a morally grey area. Right off the bat, the party is witnessed to Aunae’s questionable behaviors the moment they first meet at Moonrise on their quest to free the captives there.
(2-2)
#tavember Day 7: Dark Side Continued
#aunae #bg3 #TavQOTD #dancingblades #wyll
I am in love!
Thank you so much, Oxalees! The babies are so pretty together!
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#aunaedorrot #dancingblades #wyll #bg3
The babies have joined the collection! 🥰
(Art by me, @excellentch0ice.bsky.social and @alsoika.bsky.social)
#aunaedorrot #dancinghellblades #dancingblades #bg3 #tav
“Death is but a part of life: fear it not, evade it not, and view it not as evil." Aunae's voice, soft yet resonant, seemed to fill the air with a heavy stillness. They turned their unblinking, calm gaze toward the weary adventurers. "It is inescapable, and its inviting touch will greet you nonetheless, for mortal souls lack the strength to navigate the dark, twisting path that the gods have predestined each of us to travel. All wander through life, ultimately arriving at the same destination." With fluid elegance, they stepped over the husked corpse, carrying its head with them, their gaze unwavering as it remained fixed on the others. "It is that embrace which I welcome without question, even in my darkest moments of despair, yet they see fit to give me the tools to alleviate what stands in my way. Yes, it was indeed me, but as to how—I cannot explain. I simply do. That is all." It was an odd and lengthy reply that provoked more questions than it answered, but the drow's honesty was undeniable, and there was no hint of deceit in their eyes as they spoke, their gaze eventually settling on Wyll now. "Death speaks to me. I merely listen.” “It was you then,” Gale said to Aunae. “My apologies for the second time again to Frans and Wyll.” He felt the burning sensation of shame and embarrassment as he kept his head down. “Next time, you’ll listen.” Wyll said to Gale before turning his gaze back to Aunae. “As for you, I will be keeping my eye on you. Any chance of harm towards these refugees or the rest of us, and I will not hesitate to deliver your death wish.” (Totally didn’t steal Kelemvor’s line lol)
"You flatter me greatly, warlock. To die by your hands would be an honor." The smile on Aunae's face was genuine and charming, yet in a morbid way as they accepted the terms without resistance. They giggled, as if sharing an inside joke with a dear friend. A moment of silence hung before they added, their voice silky and unintentionally sultry. "You have soft hands which would feel divine around the throat, yes? Not to mention, your stunning ruby gaze would be the last I see—a gift unlike any other. A beautiful end, and for that, you would have my eternal gratitude." The silence returned, only to be shattered by their vampiric companion. "Oh, I like you even more now, darling. A handful in bed, I’m sure," Astarion chimed in, joining in the laughter with a lightness that masked the tension in the room. "They're insane. Bloody feckin' insane," Frans groaned under his breath, resisting the urge to rub his aching temples. The next words that left Aunae’s mouth had Wyll utterly speechless. His gaze was locked onto them, a deep blush forming on his cheeks, masked by the soft, chocolaty tone of his gorgeous skin. There was no movement from him as the drow’s words sang like a sensual melody. Had he been petrified? Were those words some kind of spell? No. Wyll had never received such a compliment, if it could even be called that. He did take pride in his hands, making sure to take of them, and it was about time someone noticed. I can do much more with my hands, he thought before chasing the thought away. Lascivious fool! Fraternizing with the enemy! Halsin would be…No…Karlach would have your head! The sound of Astarion’s abrupt comment and laughter had pulled the warlock out of his inner turmoil to the matter at hand. He steadied himself and put on a mask of confidence. “Prove me wrong, for I do not wish to show you such a gratitude.” He held their gaze for a moment longer, taking in the shape of their plump lips.
Awez! Aunae is "flirting". A little creepy but okay. You do you, boo. 🤭
And yes, me and @pugatron.bsky.social have put Halsin, Wyll, and Karlach together in our RP. They're just too cute together!
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#aunaedorrot #wyll #dancingblades
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Then, his icy blue gaze settled on the towering structure that loomed over the desolation like a dark sentinel. Its hexagonal shape rose majestically towards the ceiling, with iron walkways stretching out to a second floor that likely contained even more locked cells. It dawned on him that this was probably the control center of the prison, the very place the warden would occupy, presiding over the torment of the unfortunate souls trapped within its walls. "If I was a gambling man, I'd say safe bet would be there," Frans suggested, gesturing towards the isolated tower. "Lets give it a look o'er but--for the love o'all things holy--don't feck around." A few questioning looks were exchanged, particularly from Rolan, but no one dared to voice dissent. Frans stepped forward, leading the way to the heavy iron door. As he reached for the handle, he discovered it was already slightly ajar, which gave him pause. Signaling for the others to hold back, he stilled himself, holding his breath as he listened intently to the sounds from beyond. Silence. Then came shuffling, followed by... humming? Odd and merry, someone was humming a cheerful tune. More shuffling, a few taps, and then the distinct rattle of something being moved. Then he heard the unmistakable creak of a chair being shifted, followed by an even more jubilant melody, carefree and sweet against the backdrop of their dire situation.
What in the hells? Frans furrowed his brow, his heart thumping in confusion. With utmost care, he began to open the door just enough to get a glimpse inside. What he saw took his breath away—a drow with snow-white hair cascading down like a waterfall, dressed in colors so flamboyant and an abundance of gold that they felt a world away from the traditional drow aesthetic. The stranger lounged at a desk, feet propped up, rocking slightly as they mindlessly hummed and tossed a... Frans felt a wave of nausea wash over him. With morbid caution and a sense of wretched wonder, he watched as the unbidden drow tossed a severed head up and caughtit like it was some sort of child's plaything. Then they paused. Frans’s stomach flipped once more. Magenta eyes locked onto his in an intense moment that felt like an eternity, making his heart race as the stranger’s lips curled into a smile. "Hello there," their voice flowed like silk, smooth and enchanting, reminiscent of a spring breeze gliding over lilacs in bloom. "Don’t be shy. Come on in. Well... unless you’re here to kill me... but then again, that could have its own alluring perks, I suppose."
Frans blinked, grappling with how to respond. Yet, since he had already been spotted, it seemed prudent to step inside. Remaining cautious, he swung the door open just enough to slip through without drawing attention to the others. Now, with a better look at the stranger, he realized they weren’t dressed like any Absolute fanatic he had encountered before. However, their next words left him questioning everything. "Oh, you have a beautiful bone structure. I can’t help but wonder how it would look with the flesh peeled away." "Pardon?" Frans shook off his moment of shock, a mix of bewilderment and suspicion rising as he questioned the peculiar Drow who had so casually commented on his bone structure. Who in the hells were they? Right now, they seemed more like a threat than an ally, or at the very least, an irritating nuisance. "Your cheeks, little goose. They're wonderfully sharp, with a delightful dip that enhances their beauty. One might assume your skull is just as alluring," the way this stranger spoke was both confounding and oddly intriguing—and none of it felt especially comforting. "Feck? Don't talk about me bones like that, ya loon! Who the feckin' hells are ya, anyway?" Frans had completely lost sight of his mission, still reeling from this bizarre encounter.
"Me? Well, I'm not the one who was peeking around like a nervous teenage boy. Now am I? Perhaps I should be asking who you are?" The stranger elegantly turned the question back on Frans, their tone laced with playful challenge. "Well, I..." Before Frans could conjure a clever maneuver to turn the tide in his favor, the door creaked open wider, and he stifled a groan. The peculiar Drow had shifted their gaze past him, tilting their head with a raised brow. Then, with a muffled thump, the bloodied head was placed on the desk, its mouth hanging open, milky eyes already rolled back. It was in that moment Frans noticed the boots protruding from the other side of the desk—the rest of the unfortunate corpse. "You brought friends!" the Drow exclaimed, standing up, a disconcertingly eager smile spreading across their face as they glided around the desk for a better view. Their movements were effortlessly fluid and graceful. Their smile broadened, magenta eyes sparkling with delight as they first spotted Wyll, then the small group trailing behind him, all curious new faces. Gesturing with an inviting flourish, the Drow beckoned them all to enter as if they were guests at a whimsical tea party. "Come in! Come in! There's not much in the way of seating, but...”
(1-4)
CW// Blood, Dead Body, Kissing "Death"
Aunae has finally made their appearance in me and @pugatron.bsky.social's rp....it only took us getting to Moonrise in Act 2 to draw my creepy little baby out.
And Aunae is already giving the group trouble. 🤭
#aunaedorrot #wyll #dancingblades #bg3
a drawing of Gale from baldur's gate 3 hugging CaptainButterbuns's OC, Frans Olo.
a drawing of Wyll from baldur's gate 3 hugging CaptainButterbuns's OC, Aunae Dorrot.
I'm still bawling my eyes out!
Thank you @excellentch0ice.bsky.social once more for drawing my sweet babies! They're so fricking CUTE!
#fransolo #gale #bloomweave
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#aunaedorrot #wyll #dancingblades
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CaptainButterBuns's OC, Frans Olo, with a locket featuring his partner Gale from Baldur's Gate 3
CaptainButterBuns's OC, Aunae Dorrot, with a locket featuring his partner Wyll from Baldur's Gate 3
I'm sharing these babies again because I'm still so obsessed! Thank you @excellentch0ice.bsky.social again for taking such great care of my little sweethearts. 💜
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#fransolo #gale #bloomweave
#aunaedorrot #wyll #dancingblades
Slowly reposting everything to get used to this app, that one trend that was going on on yumetwt
( #Genshinoc #DancingBlades #Chifeng #Genshinyume )
