Im & Aer, is a new blog featuring art, stories, and chat, presented by the hostesses, Imoen Winthrop, and her best friend and sidekick, the wingless wonder, Aerie.
Basically just an excuse for me to repost a load of my old stories and pictures, as well as be silly with Immy hosting a radio show talking about all sorts of topics with Aerie, and in future have other characters come in as guests to talk about specialist subjects. There'll be more Baldur's Gate themed stuff featuring more other characters on my main blog as well. And most of my pictures and stuff are also on DeviantArt.
Anyway, here's a little intro:
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The Rule of Three
Imoen: C’mon, Aerrers. It’ll be fun!
Aerie: No.
Imoen: Seriously; I don’t get what you’re worried about. It’ll just be you, me, your bestest friend who’ll never let anything bad happen to you, and maybe one or two other… just talking about stuff.
Aerie: No. W-what’s the point?
Imoen: I don’t know; some people might be interested in what you have to say. And I’ll make sure you don’t get asked somethink totally buffleheaded.
Aerie: I… I don’t want to. W-why can’t you just accept it and leave me alone?
Imoen: Because, kid, whenever you’re in a room and there’s anyone else besides me, you can sort of… clam up. Get all anxious, worried and nervous. But when we’re alone, you relax and you’re smart, sweet, and even very funny, sometimes… and I want more people to see the real you like that.
Aerie: I… I-I’ll hardly be relaxed, will I? N-not if I know there are hundreds of people watching…
Imoen: Oh, I doubt there’ll be hundreds. There’ll be about fifty, maybe… if we’re lucky. But they’ll be your fans, so they’ll be ultra-nerdy, I expect. The kinda guys who ain’t interested in just looking at someone’s cleavage, although that’s nice sometimes as well… but they really just wanna be around a nice girl who will look after them when they’re not feeling well, and help them glue the nacelles on their model Enterprise…
Aerie: I-I… no! A-absolutely not. I am not doing it.
Imoen: You won’t see any of ‘em, thank the gods. And we’ll get to talking ‘bout stuff you’re really interested in, like science, and art, and philosophy. It’ll just be us at first, but we’ll get others involved and the it’ll be like a brainy version of The View, and I’ll be like a younger, less terrifying Joy Behar.
Aerie: Right… a-and, who am I in your little role-play?
Imoen: Well… you’re blonde haired, and pretty…
Aerie: No, no, thrice no! I-I would actually rather you backstabbed me and then garrotted me with my own intestine, than be compared to that… thing.
Imoen: (snortles) No… that… that is shocking, Aerie. Coming from you, too. Imagine she somehow read this? You could have really hurt her feelings.
Aerie: There’s no way she reads.
Imoen: Well… what about her family? You don’t wanna upset them, do you?
Aerie: No… look, I-I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to have people gawking at me.
Imoen: It won’t be like that. It won’t be a sideshow… no one’ll be prodding you with a stick. And, it’ll be a chance for you to prove wrong the people who misjudge you and give you all them labels.
Aerie: I just… I-I don’t want to do it. And that’s that.
Imoen: Do you need a hug? I’ll give you a hug if you do it.
Aerie: No.
Imoen: And some cookies?
Aerie: No.
Imoen: And a box of chocolates… mmm?
Aerie: I-I… oh, all right. I’ll do it.
Basically just an excuse for me to repost a load of my old stories and pictures, as well as be silly with Immy hosting a radio show talking about all sorts of topics with Aerie, and in future have other characters come in as guests to talk about specialist subjects. There'll be more Baldur's Gate themed stuff featuring more other characters on my main blog as well. And most of my pictures and stuff are also on DeviantArt.
Anyway, here's a little intro:
The Rule of Three
Imoen: C’mon, Aerrers. It’ll be fun!
Aerie: No.
Imoen: Seriously; I don’t get what you’re worried about. It’ll just be you, me, your bestest friend who’ll never let anything bad happen to you, and maybe one or two other… just talking about stuff.
Aerie: No. W-what’s the point?
Imoen: I don’t know; some people might be interested in what you have to say. And I’ll make sure you don’t get asked somethink totally buffleheaded.
Aerie: I… I don’t want to. W-why can’t you just accept it and leave me alone?
Imoen: Because, kid, whenever you’re in a room and there’s anyone else besides me, you can sort of… clam up. Get all anxious, worried and nervous. But when we’re alone, you relax and you’re smart, sweet, and even very funny, sometimes… and I want more people to see the real you like that.
Aerie: I… I-I’ll hardly be relaxed, will I? N-not if I know there are hundreds of people watching…
Imoen: Oh, I doubt there’ll be hundreds. There’ll be about fifty, maybe… if we’re lucky. But they’ll be your fans, so they’ll be ultra-nerdy, I expect. The kinda guys who ain’t interested in just looking at someone’s cleavage, although that’s nice sometimes as well… but they really just wanna be around a nice girl who will look after them when they’re not feeling well, and help them glue the nacelles on their model Enterprise…
Aerie: I-I… no! A-absolutely not. I am not doing it.
Imoen: You won’t see any of ‘em, thank the gods. And we’ll get to talking ‘bout stuff you’re really interested in, like science, and art, and philosophy. It’ll just be us at first, but we’ll get others involved and the it’ll be like a brainy version of The View, and I’ll be like a younger, less terrifying Joy Behar.
Aerie: Right… a-and, who am I in your little role-play?
Imoen: Well… you’re blonde haired, and pretty…
Aerie: No, no, thrice no! I-I would actually rather you backstabbed me and then garrotted me with my own intestine, than be compared to that… thing.
Imoen: (snortles) No… that… that is shocking, Aerie. Coming from you, too. Imagine she somehow read this? You could have really hurt her feelings.
Aerie: There’s no way she reads.
Imoen: Well… what about her family? You don’t wanna upset them, do you?
Aerie: No… look, I-I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to have people gawking at me.
Imoen: It won’t be like that. It won’t be a sideshow… no one’ll be prodding you with a stick. And, it’ll be a chance for you to prove wrong the people who misjudge you and give you all them labels.
Aerie: I just… I-I don’t want to do it. And that’s that.
Imoen: Do you need a hug? I’ll give you a hug if you do it.
Aerie: No.
Imoen: And some cookies?
Aerie: No.
Imoen: And a box of chocolates… mmm?
Aerie: I-I… oh, all right. I’ll do it.