Magicblueberry3 - Something Died In The Woods

I drew this whole comic just to do a wheezing lizard #Durge #DarkUrge #Minthara #BaldursGate3

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Professor Dekarios ?

I love old man Gale ❤️💋.

le poisson steve ~

That convo was so funny to me for no reason

Redraw of Asra's gladiator CG (one of my favs!!) But of course, it had to be Montag 💞

forgor to share these oughhh

Hello! I really like the way you write! Can I ask for a scenario with a reader who is Lilia's adopted daughter (she ended up in the NRC like all the Yuu, but Lilia just can't get past a child without parents...) and brings a boy she likes to dinner to get to know each other. It could be Leona/Vil/Jamil or anyone else you like (I don't care, I like everyone)!

Dinner

Type: Scenario, Fluff, SFW, romantic, platonic (with Lilia), not prof read

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge, Idia Shroud, F!Reader

AN: I have nothing to say for myself, I really like that shut in otaku :3

AN: I enjoyed writing Lilia a lil too much ehehe

Lilia was honestly surprised how he did put the pieces together sooner: you sneaking off the main campus, making strange excuses as to why you couldn’t make it to your weekly movie nights with juiciest of gossips from the whole campus. You had a boy on the side! Lilia hasn’t been so exited in years! “Why didn’t you say anything?” - the old fae giggled like a schoolgirl, who just heard the that Becky got food poisoning. - “We simply must have dinner together with the gentleman you fancy, we must I say!” Lilia was already planning the said arrangement with unmatched enthusiasm. - “How about this Friday? I’ll rattle some old recipes, prepare us some cookies and tarts- oh, I need to try out my family’s old pie recipe- huh? What do you mean slow down, dear? It’s such a grand event in once life, oh the young love…” - Vanrouge sighed dreamily, but did slow down his train of thought per your request.

“What does he like to eat? Does he prefer tea or maybe coffee?” - the old man pulled out a small note book, prepared to write any and all information about the boy who caught his daughter’s fancy. “What do you mean, my dear? Of course dinner is a must, I need to see the lucky man himself.” - Lilia raised a surprised brow at your protest. - “It’s alright if he’s socially shy, it’ll simply be me and you with him. Don’t worry, I won’t torture the poor boy with silly questions or threats, I’m not that kind of bat man.” Vanrouge pouted at your attempts to shut his idea of the dinner down. - “Sweetie, let an old man have his fun, I simply wish to meet the young man who makes you so happy…” Lilia leaned in closer, his eyes wide with sparkles of tears threatening to spill out, lower lip trembling, - “My sweet girl, please… just one dinner with the three of us.” He batted his eyelashes at you. Despite his age and past the old man represented a kicked puppy all too well for whatever reason, making you sigh in defeat.

“Aww, thank you, sweetie, I promise to behave! Fine, fine, fine, I won’t cook anything for the event, but only for you.” - the fae winked at you, smiling. For whatever’s reason you already felt like that dinner will be a disaster.

Bringing Idia anywhere that had people was a feat even you struggled to perform, but dragging his bony bottom out to meet with your unofficial parental figure was like choosing the hardest difficulty setting in the game. With the absurd amount of bribing, promises of delivering him foods and goods for the rest of the year and Ortho’s help you however were able to bring the shaking and panicking Shroud brother to Diasomnia the upcoming Friday evening. Idia looked unnatural without an oversized hoodie of his, the young man muttering prayers to his game characters and real deities alike, holding onto your hand for dear life, as the two of you walked deeper into the ‘enemy’s territory’ as your anxious boyfriend put it.

“Ah, there you are, lovebirds!”- Lilia popped up, hanging upside from the ceiling, smiling at the two of you, as if he didn’t just cause Idia a near heart attack. “You must be the infamous boyfriend, who has been stealing my lovely girl away from our weekly tea parties.” Vanrouge hummed, landing down onto the floor, ready to shake Shroud’s hand. - “I am Lilia Vanrouge, pleasure.” With shaky hand and absurd amount of stuttering, Idia placed his hand into the fae’s. - “ ‘m I-I- Idia Sh-shroud…” Your boyfriend was becoming more and more pale, which was concerning all on it’s own with his skin complexion. “What? I didn’t quite catchy that.” - Lilia smiled sweetly, gripping the taller man’s hand with more force, causing the poor young man to shriek under his breath. - “IMIDIASHROUD, SIR!” Poor fellow was hyperventilating. Before Lilia could terrorize your boyfriend any further you shot him a death glare, pulling Idia’s hand free, effectively holding his hand, allowing the shut in a few moment respite with yourself intervention, reminding the old fae why the three of you gathered. “Ah, right! Follow me, the food should still be warm.” - Vanrouge smiled, leading the two of you to his room. This was going to be a long evening.

Idia was staring down at his plate, muttering replies to Lilia who had a bit too much fun terrorizing the poor young man, while you were trying your best to comfort Shroud and make Vanrouge back down from all the teasing he was doing. “Sooooo… when should I expect grandchildren?” - old fae smiled coyly, while Idia choked on his drink -“WHAT?! CH-children….CHiLDREN???? GRANd… MORE THEN ONE?!” And with that final cry Idia’s flames went haywire, pink indulging his entire being, fusing with the blush on his face, as the eyes of the poor young man rolled back and he successfully fell from the chair, passing out, free from any further embarrassment. “Oh dear.”- Lilia blinked, watching the scene unfold. - “Hey now! Don’t blame me, I didn’t even make the food, I’m innocent, had nothing to do with him passing out!”

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a year