Outfits for my Tav throughout BG3 and a dose of soft cuz why not. Extra tidbits and headcanons about Jazz under the cut! (No spoilers)
Thank u SOO much to @spinningroach for the tattoo sleeve!
- Is a bard, but is more of a silent minstrel. Its an open secret that Jazz can talk, but she is very hesitant to use words and mostly communicates via sign language
- Has many bard nicknames, most common one she is known as is The Dandelion (yes i know wassup witcher fans)
- She and Gale have a thing but it’s complicated heehoo
- Is not a Baldur’s Gate native, but the reason its an old stomping ground for Jazz is because she had a quite popular drag king act in some of the taverns there
- Can play multiple instruments, but her favourites are the drums
- has a particular distaste for malicious creatures of the feywild
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Big Sis Moon, Five Pebbles, Seven Red Suns, No Significant Harassment
BSM: I have put Ruffles into a little costume! Aren't they adorable!
FP: It is a pleasant surprise to see you taking part in events that used to be celebrated by our creators.
FP: And yes, the costume is adorable.
SRS: Putting our companions into costumes is a nice idea. I think I'll try that as well!
BSM: Oh dear.
NSH: Hah!
BSM: I am going to remove the costume now. Ruffles looks... uncomfortable.
SRS: The messenger looks quite charming all dressed up!
BSM: Aww!
NSH: I've found a costume. I'm gonna try putting it on the beast... Wish me luck...
FP: Shall I join in on the festivities as well?
FP: I doubt I will have much luck concidering the uncooperative behaviour of the Ruffian.
BSM: You should try!
NSH: HAHAHA!
NSH: Look at this thing!
NSH: Agh! It's biting!
SRS: Oh my.
FP: This is not going very well.
FP: It is growling at me very loudly.
NSH: Come on! You can do it!
NSH: Don't be scared Pebbsi ~
FP: You are not helping. And do not call me that.
BSM: Please be careful...
FP: Well then. That did not go as planned.
BSM: Oh no!
NSH: Well there goes the Overseer!
SRS: Perhaps you should refrain from attempting to dress it up again.
FP: I agree.
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gift giving
Richard John Grayson, age ten
“We’re going to the zoo?” Dick asked excitedly, peering at the tickets in his hand. Alfred had just barely managed to stop Bruce from buying the zoo. “Asterous!”
“And I made you a cake,” Bruce said, nervousness plainly visible. Dick’s excitement muted to skepticism, clearly aware of his foster father’s failings in the kitchen, but Bruce had been determined to get this right, and the resulting cake was quite gorgeous.
Dick’s eyes widened as Alfred set it on the table, until the boy looked like he would fall over in a breeze. “Bienenstich,” he whispered, his face beginning to scrunch up, “I—you remembered—”
“I know this birthday can’t compare to your last one,” Bruce said quietly, “But I wanted you to have a piece of your old home.” Bruce had done more than that—he’d tracked down the exact recipe of the Bienenstich cake that Dick had admitted was a special treat for him in the circus, and mixed together pasty cream and dough and honey-almond glaze with the same concentration he brought to fear toxin antidotes.
Dick was definitely crying now, and Alfred had to nudge Bruce to go and hug him, the man looked panicked that he’d done something wrong.
The cake was every bit as delicious as it looked.
~#~
Richard John Grayson, age eighteen
“I—have a gift for you,” Bruce said awkwardly. The tension in the room was stifling, but Dick made a good show of ignoring it, tapping away on his phone and distractedly eating the rest of the cake Alfred had made on very short notice.
Dick had informed them yesterday that he would be spending his birthday at Titans Tower, with his friends, and wouldn’t be returning for several weeks, and the resultant argument was still simmering in the air. Only Alfred’s intervention that Dick would be either leaving on the weekend or in a week, but in the latter case he might not come back, had stopped Bruce from grounding Dick.
“Great,” Dick said flatly, not looking up from his phone, “What is it.”
“It’s—downstairs,” Bruce said, and Alfred knew that the dispassion in his tone was a way to avoid sounding anxious. “Come join me when you’re done.”
Again, haste turning the request into an order, and Alfred inwardly sighed as Dick bristled, expression turning to a scowl that only grew deeper once he realized that Bruce had already fled.
Dick ate the rest of the cake in ill temper, and stayed in his seat when he was done, still doing something on his phone. Alfred cleared his throat when he finished cleaning the table, and that hostile expression snapped his way.
“I believe Master Bruce wanted to show you something downstairs,” Alfred said, light but firm. Dick’s expression twisted tighter as he pushed out of the chair, but at least there were no further histrionics.
“What could he possibly have waiting for me here?” Dick said coldly as they descended the stairs, “He made it clear that Robin’s done, and I’m not interested in getting another lecture.”
Because all of them were aware that Dick was going straight back into vigilantism with the Titans, regardless of what Bruce wanted.
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Can you please do a cassie w number 9? I luv ur artwork!! <3
Can I draw Cassie? Well it would be my absolute pleasure to!! 💫 ✨
Been so long since I’ve drawn my girl, thank you for the request!
Tbh the best part of drawing Cassie for me is that I can just go ham with her costume each time-I’ve always played fast and loose with her costumes when I’ve drawn her in the past and it’s always a fun part of the design/creative process whenever I get the chance to draw her-get to stretch the ol’ costume designing muscles and have a blast!
And thank you for such the kind words anon, I’m so pleased you enjoy my work-I hope you like this piece as well!
(And if anyones interested-here is the palette challenge piece I did of Cassie last year!)
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"Was the answer always right there? Does the question mean anything to us now that we are here? Perhaps a resolution was never possible from our original frame of reference.
The question wasn't well defined. If we had stumbled upon a correct solution among all of our permutations, we wouldn't have had any hope to distinguish it from the faulty ones. Nor did we have a method to reliably test it.
We were trying to understand what lies beyond a point of no return, while having yet to pass it.
Only those who have seen the other side can know the answers, but by definition they can never venture back to deliver the knowledge they have gained."
Is Sparrows *technailly* THE solution?
JGKLKDSMCLDGK
all the Eo Iterators @ Tarrows:
Tarrows who doesn't wanna have anythin' to do with this shit:
but no i'mma say no she isn't. the answer is still unknown in DP, just by entering the void one doesn't figure it out immediately i believe. physically existing within the void ain't it, Moon n Pebs figure out this "solution" only when they r together in the void n talk stuff out. iirc i'm so lazy with wiki checkin but i think shkiki talked bout that a bit n like yea this dialogue is specifically from the both of 'em
and Tarrows is just a confused emotionally-annihilated mess who has trouble even existing as a person for a while. she doesn't understand what happened to her, how or even Why
ever been under anesthesia? n like woke up from it somewhat and people were around you and they talked at you or about you but you were too out of it to really do anything else than weakly look at them before conking out again? that was more or less her stay in the void
as the Tinkerer she consciously made her way to the void pools in the cave system under Fish's facilities, consciously jumped in and swam to the void worms. she remembers being pulled further down, some kind of glow and then it's lights out. the Folk Gods converse, floating over her spirit. it cracks an eye open, not comprehending what it's seeing. one of them gently shushes it back to sleep, just like a nurse- "you aren't supposed to be awake yet. it's okay, go back to sleep." and then the next thing she knows she is Sparrows- but not properly- naked, sitting at the shores of the void sea, her old things seemingly magically a little ways away
girl doesn't know jackshite when it comes to the Solution </3
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Yup here you go, my interpretation of Rain World’s ancients. I left out a couple details I wanted to draw like their actual face, different types of clothing, lifestyles, and such but due to so many things going on in my life (and general laziness) I couldn’t draw those.
Plus, I’m not too sure what do to with the face since there are lots of different possibilities of what they even looked like without their masks, and some of those possible faces I don’t even know how to draw.
Again, don’t be afraid to suggest things for me to draw. Whenever I’m bored during my free time, I’ll probably take a goofy suggestion.
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