Culúrien

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mid-30s | she/her | designer & digital creator | mostly BG3 & WoW content | MDNI #VasaVerse | #Spellsmite | #Luminary culurien.carrd.co

Vasa sits on a shrine to her god, Helm.
Medieval setting like the painting The Meeting on the Turret Stairs. Gale quietly takes Vasa arm as he descends down the spiral stairs, both yearning to embrace the other.
Vasa sits bedsides the grave of her friend, Haucherfant.
Vasa & Gale cozy up by the fire in his library.
Vasa in Final Fantasy 14. She stands at dawn surrounded by flowers as rocky islands float in the background.
Vasa as a Hyur Paladin in FFXIV
Rising out of the warmth and safety of his arms, Vasa shifted to her feet. Her movements were rigid, but she regained her strength as she strode beyond the aura of Gale’s invulnerability spell. She had sworn never again, never would another control her yet this carcass of bones dared to do so. Her features hardened as she extended her gauntlet outward, casting precise but commanding words with each step to compel the great drake’s attention solely on her. “You contend with me now.”
“Are you hurt? Do you remember what happened? What did Ansur do to you?” His fretting tugged at her soul. There was so much she wanted to say but didn’t know how. The dragon’s roar stole her attention as it resounded beyond the bulwark. Now was not the time. None of them were safe while danger circled from above. Later, she mused to herself. Later they could speak of it. Returning her focus to him, she wrapped Gale’s hand in hers as a quiet plea crossed her lips. A warmth spread between them and the wizard watched in awe as divine magic enveloped and grew in their hands. “We will talk later, my stars,” she whispered, attempting to reassure him with a smile – a false one that masked her fear and buried any pain deep within her. Gale probably knew this. But he also could see that she was hanging on by a mere thread and refused to be one to snap it.
Vasa’s eyes snapped open and immediately her senses were overwhelmed by the reality around her. Someone held her close - strands of brown and gray hair filled her vision, lingering with the scent of old books and sea air. Gale. She tilted her head ever so slightly only to be struck by the sight of lightning as it shrilled around her lover’s open palm. It dawned on her - it wasn’t chirping birds that called out to her, it was Gale. The sounds of his spell had reached her even in the deepest parts of her mind, pulling her back to the present. Her heart ached as she read the visible despair wrought across his face. Their predicament must be dire indeed for him to resort to such unbridled measures. She reached out with a caress, the cold, metallic touch of her gauntlet startling him. The crackling bolts evaporated instantly as his head jerked down, locking eyes with hers. “Vasa!” he cried, choking back a sob.
“Do I hear…chirping?” The high trills beckoned to Vasa within the darker recesses of her mind. One would not call it wise for her to seek safety here. But how could the so-called ‘wise’ know this was the only refuge she had before, well, everything? Back when her body wasn’t her own and a manic voice rang constantly in her mind. The strange noises chimed again. “No, dearie, there are no sweet things here.” Startled, she turns around but finds nothing but the barren void stretching well beyond her sight. The chirping grew louder, almost deafening, as a crack of static charge threaded itself into view, reaching out as if a helping hand. “Gale?”
It was at that moment something within Gale snapped. He held Vasa close to his chest. “You dare threaten her while I’m here?” he seethed through gritted teeth. With one hand he clutched Vasa even closer to him and with a wave of the other, commanding the Weave to harden into a shimmering bulwark around them. He watched as Ansur’s flittered movements forced Astarion’s ambushes to miss their mark and Wyll’s invocations were deflected with a mere flick of a bony tail. He knew his friends needed his aid but he wouldn’t leave his love so alone and vulnerable on the battlefield. Seeing no other alternative, Gale cried out with frustrated rage as he allowed the weave to swell through him. It forked into lightning sparks that pricked and danced around his body before coiling down into his open palm, ready to be unleashed.
It was at that moment something within Gale snapped. He held Vasa close to his chest. “You dare threaten her while I’m here?” he seethed through gritted teeth. With one hand he clutched Vasa even closer to him and with a wave of the other, commanding the Weave to harden into a shimmering bulwark around them. He watched as Ansur’s flittered movements forced Astarion’s ambushes to miss their mark and Wyll’s invocations were deflected with a mere flick of a bony tail. He knew his friends needed his aid but he wouldn’t leave his love so alone and vulnerable on the battlefield. Seeing no other alternative, Gale cried out with frustrated rage as he allowed the weave to swell through him. It forked into lightning sparks that pricked and danced around his body before coiling down into his open palm, ready to be unleashed.
Ansur was unwilling to see reason. The dragon relinquished his hold on the unconscious Vasa, dropping her body as the metallic clang of her armor reverberated against the wet stone. Decrepit bones swiftly took the initiative for battle. Astarion and Wyll scrambled to their feet, attempting to form some semblance of an offense. With a gust of magic as quick as his namesake, Gale was at Vasa’s side. The wizard fell to one knee as he pulled her into his arms, fear etched across his face. “My light, are you with me?”
The great wyrm’s spirit lashed out, sending a pulse through the party and overtaking the paladin while subduing the others. Ansur’s ire wrought itself through Vasa. Gale heaved and struggled against the suppression, his magic roaring in protest. “Not her!” he gasped as necrotic magic poured from the paladin’s eyes and mouth.
The series is based on the story “Swords Meet Sorcery” that I began to write some time ago. I plan to release more shots each day. ────── ✦ ────── The evening hours passed and sleep eluded Gale as he found himself wide awake, nestled on the plush cushions scattered outside his tent. Even one of his beloved books had fallen from his lap – a failed attempt to quiet his mind. The tiny glimmers of a conjured drake fluttered back and forth around his hand, distracting his eye as his thoughts drifted to the Wyrmway earlier that day.
Gale adores Vasa’s new dress
Vasa as a Paladin in Final Fantasy 14
Vasa sits reclining on a stack of books as she admires a mote of holy magic.
Art inspired by classical style of Vasa, Gale, and her wolf walking in a glade of early morning light.
Vasa confronts a tiefling rogue late one night in a temple. They both hold a blade at each other.
Gale dressed in gold finery and loose fabric dances amongst motes of light.
Vasa in casual top in the early morning light.
Vasa & Gale give each other passing glances and touches in a morning glade.
Gale uses magic to float him and Vass up as they share a private moment in the overgrown ruins.
Gale holds an unconscious Vasa close as he casts a spell of lightning. His expression is one of anger, with his gaze straight at the viewer.
Gale leans over Vasa to give her a kiss.
Vasa in a green and gold dress leaning against a wall with Ivy.
Drawing of Vasa & Gale’s hands intertwining pinkies in affection.
Vasa and her association with the gladiolus flower.
An illustration of Vasa and Gale mid-spar with their blades interlocked, teasing looks across their faces.
Gale & Vasa walk the market streets
Ask me about my OC
Gale holds Vasa in his arms as he floats them up to the top of a magical library.
Vasa wears a military style ball gown while dancing with Gale.
Gale touches the back of Vasa’s armor.
A fantasy library and coffee bar inside a Warcraft paladin’s home.
A video showcasing a paladin themed home built in World of Warcraft.
Gale holds an unconscious Vasa in his arms.
Box with label prohibiting separating.
Vasa reclines on a throne of books wearing her full armor while examining a mote of radiant magic
A photo of honey with ginger and small flowers lain around the jars.
Gale sits on a flower cart, waiting for Vasa while holding a bouquet of roses for her.
Vasa dozed off while on Gale’s lap. The wizard focuses on a book in his hand as a fire roars warmly in the hearth.
Art of Gale & Vasa in a secluded glade, enjoying some alone time as armor and robes are discarded.
Vasa stands holding a gladiolus flower up into some over head light.
Vasa looking serious as she reaches upwards, surrounded by motes of light while wearing her golden armor.
Vasa & Gale dance on a moonlit date.
Vasa in lingerie
Close up of Vasa’s altar to Helm, featuring regalia and other iconography.