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With Stars to Fill My Dream (8) - Born in Blood I'm Not Like You
Hi everybody!!! I drew this!! It's Ofelia!!! 💖💖💖
I'm getting back into the groove of digital art, so please excuse any mistakes- I have given up on perfecting blending, so I'm happy with this. 😊 Her top is from the Bardic Finery mod!
I know there's a warning stated below, but this chapter does have more canon-typical violence and gore than any chapter before it! Please keep that in mind before reading!
You're in for a treat this chapter- in addition to the violence, we have some steamy crumbs! Please enjoy ❤
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,629
Opening below the cut!
A cool, dark sky sprawls out before her, thunder clapping in the distance. She waits in front of a red door, ornate stained glass decorating either side of it. A figure approaches from within, blurred by the filigree and texture, before it opens.
Many scenes flash by: meeting the potential adopters. They’re a pretty couple in their late forties, accompanied by their only son. His blue eyes are cold and piercing. She hates that he stares at her the entire time. She sees her room, blank and dull. Cool tones. Grays. The emptiness of it haunts her over the next seven months.
It doesn’t start bad.
She’s used to the distance and adjustment period. She uses the unnatural silence she wouldn’t have had back at her last foster home to excel in all her classes. She’s determined to apply for those good scholarships next year- wants them to carry her out of this bleak life.
Ty for the comments so far! I'm glad this new plot twist was a suprise!
With Stars to Fill My Dream (8) - Born in Blood I'm Not Like You
Hi everybody!!! I drew this!! It's Ofelia!!! 💖💖💖
I'm getting back into the groove of digital art, so please excuse any mistakes- I have given up on perfecting blending, so I'm happy with this. 😊 Her top is from the Bardic Finery mod!
I know there's a warning stated below, but this chapter does have more canon-typical violence and gore than any chapter before it! Please keep that in mind before reading!
You're in for a treat this chapter- in addition to the violence, we have some steamy crumbs! Please enjoy ❤
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,629
Opening below the cut!
A cool, dark sky sprawls out before her, thunder clapping in the distance. She waits in front of a red door, ornate stained glass decorating either side of it. A figure approaches from within, blurred by the filigree and texture, before it opens.
Many scenes flash by: meeting the potential adopters. They’re a pretty couple in their late forties, accompanied by their only son. His blue eyes are cold and piercing. She hates that he stares at her the entire time. She sees her room, blank and dull. Cool tones. Grays. The emptiness of it haunts her over the next seven months.
It doesn’t start bad.
She’s used to the distance and adjustment period. She uses the unnatural silence she wouldn’t have had back at her last foster home to excel in all her classes. She’s determined to apply for those good scholarships next year- wants them to carry her out of this bleak life.
OC Deep Dive: Ofelia
Thank you so much for the tag @khywren !! ❤️❤️ I always love getting a chance to talk more about Ofelia. ❤️
What Common/Uncommon Fear Do They Have?
A common fear for her would be heights- if she's far enough away from the edge, she can come to enjoy the view, but if she's up high for a not-so-good reason, it's enough to make her pass out.
An uncommon fear of hers would probably be driving. She'd seen a lot of crashes and even been in one as a teen, so she's not so keen on getting behind the wheel. :(
Do They Have Any Pet Peeves?
Ofelia hates mumbling- she hates having to ask someone to repeat themselves (unless they're visibly distressed) and she likes quick answers. If she has to ask someone something and wait for the seconds to drag on before the person answers her, she gets really crabby. I feel like these mostly fall into the category of feeling ignored or dismissed.
What Three Items Can You Find in Their Bedroom?
A fan to circulate the air and help make white noise, a candle to keep the room smelling nice and comforting, and a fluffy robe- it's her guilty pleasure to put it on in the morning and drink a hot cup of joe and try to enjoy as much of the early hours before the rest of the world wakes up as possible.
On a Scale of 1-10, How High is Their Pain Tolerance?
Unfortunately, pretty high. I'd say a solid 8.5 - 9. She's experienced a lot of abuse in her life. 💔
Do They Go Into Fight or Flight Mode When Under Pressure?
She definitely goes into fight mode. Being an orphan, she had to learn to get tough or the consequences weren't going to be very good for her otherwise. She doesn't hesitate to stand up for others, and will throw hands to prove it.
Do They Come From a Big Family/Are They a Family Person?
Ofelia is an orphan, sadly. Her first parents died when she was a child, and she unfortunately didn't encounter any good replacements during the rest of her adolescence. She struggles a lot with relationships because of it, somewhat afraid that they'll all go away eventually.
She's too fresh into her adventure on Faerun, but she hopes she can at least call her companions friends soon. ❤️
What Animal Represents Them Best?
For it's nomadic and stubborn nature, as well as it's unbreakable will to keep going for the person who gains it's trust, I'd have to say a wild horse. ❤️ She'd drive herself into the ground if it meant giving her all to the person who needs it from her, often at her own expense.
What is a Smell They Dislike?
Funnily enough, blood! At least in large quantities- she's okay if it's a small amount. When it comes to a lot of it, it can make her ill and reminds her of some of the darkest moments in her life.
Have They Broken Any Bones?
She fell off her bike when she was a kid and broke her left wrist, got a fractured rib from a school fight when she was 14, and unfortunately suffered some broken fingers from her last foster sibling (the shittiest one from her flashbacks, yes).
How Would a Stranger Likely Describe Them?
Astarion doesn't outright describe her in chapter 2, but he makes some observations. She's viewed as closed off and quiet at first glance, and if you make a bad first impression, she'll find something to make fun of you for so she can make you crack. She's funny that way.
Are They a Night Owl, or a Morning Bird?
Definitely a morning bird! She likes the night enough, but a quiet morning all to herself is her own personal heaven.
What's a Flavor They Hate and a Flavor They Love?
Love: Cherries, Cheese, Chiles, and Onions.
Hate: Pineapple, Sour Things, String Beans
Do They Have Any Hobbies?
Ofelia's top hobby is music- singing, playing various instruments (though guitar remains her favorite) as well as journalling and writing music. She also sketches and draws in her spare time!
I'm hoping to make a diary entry and post it here someday soon of what her little sketches and things look like as she continues her adventure. 😊
Boom, Suprise Birthday Party! How Do They React to Suprise?
Oh, she'd be over the moon.
She doesn't even know what day she was born on, and after her first parents, no one ever celebrated her birthday again. She'd be in tears, making a fool out of herself telling everyone how much she loves them, even guests that she doesn't know.
Do They Like to Wear Jewelry?
Oh yes. Aside from her nose and eyebrow piercings, she loves to wear earrings, rings, chokers, necklaces, bracelets- all of it! As long is it follows a dark, more gothic theme, she'll be wearing it.
Do They Have Neat or Messy Handwriting?
Bad almost all the time. She thinks faster than she can get her thoughts on paper, so it often looks huried and with a few things scratched out due to misspelling.
What Are the Two Emotions They Feel the Most?
I'd say stress/anxiety and a strong determination to be annoying. She loves to poke fun, it's her love language, but she'll never be needlessly mean. A few comparisons to a feral cat and some hissing impressions and Astarion is ready to stab her.
Do They Have a Favorite Fabric?
Probably cotton or silk- something light like the former and smooth like the latter.
What Kind of Accent Do They Have?
Southern Californian - it's where she spent almost the first decade of her life. Basically, it's the most generic American accent you can think of, though I'm forced to burden her with a British accent in the game 💔
This was so fun! Thanks again!! I'd love to get to know all your characters like this, below!
Tagging: @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @ladyduellist @justabiteofspite @verbenaa @elinorbard ❤️🩷
With Stars to Fill My Dream (8) - Born in Blood I'm Not Like You
Hi everybody!!! I drew this!! It's Ofelia!!! 💖💖💖
I'm getting back into the groove of digital art, so please excuse any mistakes- I have given up on perfecting blending, so I'm happy with this. 😊 Her top is from the Bardic Finery mod!
I know there's a warning stated below, but this chapter does have more canon-typical violence and gore than any chapter before it! Please keep that in mind before reading!
You're in for a treat this chapter- in addition to the violence, we have some steamy crumbs! Please enjoy ❤
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,629
Opening below the cut!
A cool, dark sky sprawls out before her, thunder clapping in the distance. She waits in front of a red door, ornate stained glass decorating either side of it. A figure approaches from within, blurred by the filigree and texture, before it opens.
Many scenes flash by: meeting the potential adopters. They’re a pretty couple in their late forties, accompanied by their only son. His blue eyes are cold and piercing. She hates that he stares at her the entire time. She sees her room, blank and dull. Cool tones. Grays. The emptiness of it haunts her over the next seven months.
It doesn’t start bad.
She’s used to the distance and adjustment period. She uses the unnatural silence she wouldn’t have had back at her last foster home to excel in all her classes. She’s determined to apply for those good scholarships next year- wants them to carry her out of this bleak life.
WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tag, @khywren !!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Here's a little snippet of chapter 9!
A man with silver hair and honey-colored eyes stares through a window at him, a smile on his face. His features are soft, robes resplendent. There’s a figure beside him, hard to make out. Dainty hands drape over his shoulder, skin slightly weathered. They’re surrounded by well-off furniture and ornate paintings, the halls maintained diligently- gleaming.
“My little star,” The woman’s voice is vaguely familiar, tickling some far-off place in his mind. His heart throbs softly, watching as the man turns to the figure with a brighter smile on his face.
“Can you believe I’ve been accepted?” The voice is like a bucket of ice water.
“Of course I can! They’d have been fools not to,” The hand caresses his face and the man grins in response. Astarion peers more closely at the image, painful realization chiming through him. This is… him. From before. This is no window… It's a mirror.
He startles out of his trance, chest heaving. The morning is here all too quickly, light starting to filter through the flaps of his tent.
He presses his hands to his head, the dull throb pulsing between his temples. What… had that been? A real memory?
Tagging ya'll!
@preciouslittlebhaalbae @verbenaa @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @elinorbard @justabiteofspite
Introducing: Ofelia’s Playlist!!
Once a week (or more!), I want to post a song Ofelia’s listening to that may not necessarily make the chapter title/opening cut, but sheds some light on her personality and who she is!
I'm kicking this week off with I Will by Mitski, a song that I think encapsulates how Ofelia ends up loving Astarion in the future. ❤️
So stay with me, Hold my hand, There's no need, to be brave. And all the quite nights you bear, Seal them up with care. No one needs to know they're there, For I will hold them for you. Cause all I ever wanted is here, All I ever wanted All I want is Always you It's always you...
With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine
Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤
Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗
Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,352
Opening under the cut!
Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.
She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.
Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.
“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.
“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.
The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.
Sunday Snippet!
Thank you for tagging me @verbenaa & @khywren !!! 🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️
I just posted chapter 9, but I feel like a little teeny bit more is due since Astarion and Ofelia left off on bad terms for this most recent chapter.
Please enjoy these 2 idiots not understanding how friendships work.
“You can be a bit overwhelming with this whole caring act, you know.” His voice is tired yet still posh and she scoffs.
“It’s not an act, Astarion. I actually give a fuck, believe it or not.” She’s sure to place some humor beneath the words, trying to be the least bit abrasive as possible. He’s like a wounded animal when he isn’t nibbling at her neck, which makes her wonder if that still means he’s like an animal anyway… “Do you not want to talk about it?” She prods a little harder, tucking the lute onto her back. With the sun fully set the air begins to cool, and Ofelia sighs as a breeze drifts by, relishing in the temperature change at last.
“Fine, darling.” He concedes, his pout almost cute. “Drinking from thinking creatures comes with strings I hadn’t anticipated. Is that what you’d like to hear?” Her curiosity is definitely piqued.
“What kind of strings?” He stares at her, not answering, his eyes strange and what she can only describe as contemplative.
“When I was turned by Cazador, I started to lose everything from when I was alive.” He crowds a bit into her space as he weaves the mental image, his tone imposing and melancholy. “I can’t remember anything except the days leading up to it. I barely even remember my name.” There’s hurt in his voice, but he still seems so guarded that it’s hard to tell if he’s opening the door or holding it closed. “Until you.”
Tagging all you amazing people 🩷❤️
@preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @elinorbard @justabiteofspite @roguishcat @allymcfee @inkymoonbunny
Introducing: Ofelia’s Playlist!!
Once a week (or more!), I want to post a song Ofelia’s listening to that may not necessarily make the chapter title/opening cut, but sheds some light on her personality and who she is!
I'm kicking this week off with I Will by Mitski, a song that I think encapsulates how Ofelia ends up loving Astarion in the future. ❤️
So stay with me, Hold my hand, There's no need, to be brave. And all the quite nights you bear, Seal them up with care. No one needs to know they're there, For I will hold them for you. Cause all I ever wanted is here, All I ever wanted All I want is Always you It's always you...
With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine
Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤
Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗
Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,352
Opening under the cut!
Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.
She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.
Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.
“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.
“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.
The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.
With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine
Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤
Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗
Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,352
Opening under the cut!
Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.
She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.
Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.
“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.
“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.
The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.
So... I thought chapter 10 was all squared away. I was wrong- rewriting in progress!!
With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine
Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤
Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗
Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,352
Opening under the cut!
Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.
She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.
Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.
“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.
“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.
The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.
Chapter 10 is back on track thanks to my lovely friend @preciouslittlebhaalbae ❤️❤️❤️❤️
We are now cooking!
With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine
Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤
Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗
Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,352
Opening under the cut!
Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.
She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.
Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.
“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.
“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.
The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.
Pre-WIP Wednesday
I'm slamming my fist down on my desk and gifting you all a snippet from the next chapter- I am not fucking around with this one, it's time for the yearning to begin. 💗
“Well!” She slaps his upper arm with enough force to make him jump, plastering a bright smile over her face. “What else are friends for?” She slips out from under him while he’s still surprised, gleefully prancing over to a patch of flowers when she spots them- bright white daisies, shining like salvation from beneath a scraggly tree. Her mama’s old wildflower book comes to mind like a saving grace, and for some reason, the section on flowers and their meanings floats back through her memories. “Here.” She scoops some up and presses them into his hands, earning another confused look. “What are these for?” He analyzes the petals as if they’ll speak up and she smiles, feeling her anxiety leech down into the earth. “They’re symbolic- and I’m really impressed that they’re growing here.” Her heart finally starts to slow back into a normal pace, fingers resting over the stems of the ones that he cradles in his palms. “They’re meant to convey friendship and trust when they’re given to another person.” She carefully closes his hands around them, the soft smile of nostalgia covering her mouth. “Stuff like that meant a lot to my parents- my first parents. And it means a lot to me, too. Even if it’s kind of silly.” He holds them up, closer to his face, before flashing her an oddly strained expression. He looks like he’s trying to make sense of her, and perhaps he is. She’d slammed the brakes and veered into a completely different direction than where he’d been taking them, but if she let him keep going she would have made a proper fool out of herself and that’s not a show she’d like to put on right now. Or ever. “Uh… thank you. Darling. I think.” She watches him lift a stem to his collar before tucking one of the flowers into the neckline. It looks pretty with his hair and she feels her cheeks flush again, moreover bashful that she’s considering him pretty in the first place. “Here,” He echoes her, stepping forward. She flushes harder, letting him tuck a stem behind her ear as he chases the wavy lock to her neck. His palm lingers over it for a moment, a vague longing passing over his eyes before he meets hers and pays her a charming smile. His hand falls back to his side, and her skin tingles beneath the collar of her armor, yearning for the contact, yet embarrassed for wanting it all the same. “Thanks,” She clears her throat, hearing their companions beginning to crest the ridge. Dread falls heavily over her mind as she meets his eyes, a rock sitting in her stomach. It’s too much to think about right now. But he doesn’t seem to notice, and she exhales the breath she’d been holding when they finally turn to meet them. Everything’s… just fine.
Tagging my loves 💗 I miss you guys 🫂
@preciouslittlebhaalbae @verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @khywren @ladyduellist @elinorbard @justabiteofspite @roguishcat @pinkberrytea
for ofelia: 1, 3, 13, 24!
Thank you for asking, bby!! ❤️🩷😊🩷❤️
Answering Questions for Ofelia from this post!!
1. What would your Tav's greetings be (at different levels of approval)?
For low: "What?" (Very short, with attitude, slight frown- she’s really good at the whole RBF)
For medium/neutal: "What's up?" (Arms crossed, one brow up, calm expression)
For high: "Hey!! What's up?" (Super cheery, hand on the hip, big smile)
3. What would their character quest be titled?
I love this question because I get to elaborate more on why the story is called "With Stars to Fill My Dream"! I used Kashmir by Led Zeppelin for this title, so I think Ofelia’s companion quest would literally be The Traveller from Both Time & Space 🩷🖤
13. What is your Tav's main color palette? Why do they choose those colors?
Ofelia loves black and crimson- she's alt/goth, so that heavily influences her wardrobe and make-up choices! She's also partial to dark blue ❤️🖤
24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?
I think if Ofelia is choosing, it'd be her inability to control and reign in her emotions. Loving, hating, all of it shows on her face and she wishes she could be more mysterious and unpredictable.
Thank you so much for asking!!!!!❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️
16 and 5 for Ofelia!!
Hey ty!!! 🫂🩵🩵🩵
Answering Questions for Ofelia from this Post! 🩵💙
5. Describe their idle animations.
Silly arm swinging, kicking foot, shoulder-shake dance, (Karlach dance battles make her pull this mf routine out)
16. What do they do for fun when not adventuring? What are their hobbies?
Ofelia loves to play music and sing! She loves dancing and drawing, too!!
Thank you so much for asking, I love doing these for my girl! 🩵💙
Art WIP I'm working on for Ofelia!
Little excerpt from Chapter 5 of With Stars to Fill My Dream to go along with it!
Behind her, hovering close, is a disembodied shape. It exists as a mass, spectral and pitch black in the vague outline of a person. He can’t make out any discerning features, can feel nothing but the heart pounding terror that Ofelia wades through as she caves in on herself, rocking back and forth, murmuring the song she and her mama had been chanting, shivering and jumping at every sound before red and blue lights blare in from the outside. The figure behind her moves slightly, and Astarion watches, realizes the twin points of red where the eyes should be flash to him and he almost loses the connection as the floor drops out beneath him and he spirals farther into her head, away from the eerie presence.
Friday Snippet/WIP Whenever
I like it when he's a creepy undead creature ❤🦇🩸
Felt like updating again! I'm now working on Chapter 11- on a roll!
WARNING: Just a bit bloody?
She does the only thing she can think of to shut him up and slashes down the center of her forearm, wincing from the pain as a river of red gushes from the cut and runs down her angled arm into her palm. “Nice warning,” He mutters, nostrils flared and eyes that pretty, bright crimson. His fangs are digging into his lower lip and he looks like he’s fighting an invisible battle as he tilts the cup and lets her dangle her hand over it. Drip. Drop. He paints a vivid picture of the undead- menacing and frozen. The uncanny pale of his skin and the way his chest remains still, free of breath, makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There’s a soft wheezing noise and she’s drawn back to the way his pupils unnaturally fluctuate, jaw shifting back and forth unconsciously. “Astarion… are you breathing?” He startles and looks up at her, gasping around an inhale as it creaks through his hollow lungs. “I wasn’t… can’t, really… it smells too strong.” She nods, pitying his state, as her blood slowly starts to fill the chalice. A bright idea flashes through her mind, too fast to catch up to logical thinking, and she quickly anchors the razor between her teeth before breathing deeply and swiping the sharp edge against her thumb. He watches intently, every muscle taught, but she squeezes the flesh until blood seeps out of the cut. “Open up,” He obeys, lips parting as scarlet fluid starts to weep from the wound and drip onto his tongue. A full-body shiver runs down his limbs, his dark lashes fluttering shut over his cheeks. Hers burn at the way he swallows, his hands trembling and his chest finally beginning to rise and fall. His free one comes up, presses her thumb to his mouth, and gently licks until the bleeding stops. It lights some kind of forbidden, hungry feeling inside her, and she makes a muffled whine of frustration before he brings the cup to his lips and drinks.
Tagging you all again if you've got more fun stuff to share! 🖤
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Friday Snippet/WIP Whenever
I like it when he's a creepy undead creature ❤🦇🩸
Felt like updating again! I'm now working on Chapter 11- on a roll!
WARNING: Just a bit bloody?
She does the only thing she can think of to shut him up and slashes down the center of her forearm, wincing from the pain as a river of red gushes from the cut and runs down her angled arm into her palm. “Nice warning,” He mutters, nostrils flared and eyes that pretty, bright crimson. His fangs are digging into his lower lip and he looks like he’s fighting an invisible battle as he tilts the cup and lets her dangle her hand over it. Drip. Drop. He paints a vivid picture of the undead- menacing and frozen. The uncanny pale of his skin and the way his chest remains still, free of breath, makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There’s a soft wheezing noise and she’s drawn back to the way his pupils unnaturally fluctuate, jaw shifting back and forth unconsciously. “Astarion… are you breathing?” He startles and looks up at her, gasping around an inhale as it creaks through his hollow lungs. “I wasn’t… can’t, really… it smells too strong.” She nods, pitying his state, as her blood slowly starts to fill the chalice. A bright idea flashes through her mind, too fast to catch up to logical thinking, and she quickly anchors the razor between her teeth before breathing deeply and swiping the sharp edge against her thumb. He watches intently, every muscle taught, but she squeezes the flesh until blood seeps out of the cut. “Open up,” He obeys, lips parting as scarlet fluid starts to weep from the wound and drip onto his tongue. A full-body shiver runs down his limbs, his dark lashes fluttering shut over his cheeks. Hers burn at the way he swallows, his hands trembling and his chest finally beginning to rise and fall. His free one comes up, presses her thumb to his mouth, and gently licks until the bleeding stops. It lights some kind of forbidden, hungry feeling inside her, and she makes a muffled whine of frustration before he brings the cup to his lips and drinks.
Tagging you all again if you've got more fun stuff to share! 🖤
@verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @khywren @preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @justabiteofspite @elinorbard @pinkberrytea @kalmiaphlox @roguishcat @sashitf @bhaalsdeepbat
Chapter 10 coming out soon!!! Have some pics of Karlach I meant to share with Chapter 9 but wasn't able to. ❤️
I don't know what to do about the quality, I may need to get a better picture editing thingy. 🔥
With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine
Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤
Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗
Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 7,352
Opening under the cut!
Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.
She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.
Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.
“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.
“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.
The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.