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I loved how everyone was so chill when you tried to tell them about your darker thoughts.

Also, sorry I still don't know how to color scenes at night...

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The strength economy is in shambles.

100% Karlach just thinks a deathmatch is a fun friendly time

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gale: *tells tav about the orb*

gale, later, rocking in his bedroll: "oh god was i weird? i was totally weird. they hate me now i bet. oh god"

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Halsin being big and buff and scars all over and a low voice,,, but that cute ass nose and those lil pointy ears with tiny braids in his hair………… save me.

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HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO!!! -screams-

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"It's not everyday one meets such a cavalier sinner such as yourself! A true, bloody pleasure."

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We all know Scratch is the best boy 😁 (sorry Gale)

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Non-ascended Astarion my beloved

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BG3. Wyll.

I love him so much. On a fannish level, I think he's my favorite.

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Friend made a joke that needed to be drawn out.

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I would absolutely ADORE a fic of astarion and halsin cuddling if you would be so kind.

Fluffy Drabble~

Warning: none

Pairing: Halsin x Astarion

Though the camp was lively, music weaving through the air as Alfira strummed her lute. Alit by candles and campfire, the dusk settled down into a warm orange afterglow. Conversation was buzzing as the Tieflings rejoiced in their saviors despite the impending journey through the Shadowlands to Baldur's Gate.

Astarion had been wincing as he drank wine, muttering about its lack of quality. Despite being stranded in the wilderness, he saw no excuse for lackluster libations. A twinge of jealousy came over the spawn as he watched the joyful elation of the camp inhabitants.

From the corner of his eye, Astarion saw the burly Archdruid, Halsin, standing off to the side in quiet observance of the festivities. Hmmmm. Astarion had a wicked thought.

With the ease of a well practice predator, Astarion sauntered over to the elf. His red eyes were heavy lidded in thought as he tried to strategize on the simplest way to get his needs met. Grabbing a bottle of mead from a stash as he walked, waggling the bottle as he walked up to Halsin.

“Do you find the wine as repulsive as I do?” Astarion asked, trusting the bottle into Halsin's hand.

Halsin looked down at Astarion, his eyes searching the vampire intently. There was a glint of mischievous energy behind those red eyes, but that was common for the trickster.

“I rarely imbibe. Goes straight to my head. Next thing you know, I'll be breaking into song or declaring my love for the first person I lay eyes in.” Halsin spoke warmly, almost laughing to himself as he thought of his younger years of partaking.

“Rarely does mean sometimes. And I believe that time is now.” Astarion put on his alluring mask, his fingers gently reaching to trace the leather band on Halsin's arm.

Seeing no immediate threat, Halsin decided to indulge in the offered mead, if only to keep Astarion preoccupied. Halsin had seen how he kept himself from the group, staying on the fringes.

“Perhaps you are right.” The chuckle from Halsin was low and sweet.

As the night wore on and bottle after bottle was emptied, Halsin's stoic demeanor gave way to a hearty laugh and a rosy complexion. Astarion watched with an amused smirk as the typically reserved druid became more effusive with his words and gestures.

For a second, Astarion felt a lightness in his ribs as Halsin swung an arm around his slender shoulders. He was pulled close, leaning against Halsin's hulking pecs as he regaled an encounter with a group of beautiful harpies. His neck was exposed, a vein tempting Astarion with its gently throbbing. He would just need to turn his head. This had to be the moment.

Just as Astarion was about to seize his opportunity to take advantage of the drunken elf, Halsin turned to him with a wide smile and suddenly transformed into a massive bear.

Without missing a beat, Halsin wrapped his enormous bear arms around Astarion in a tight hug. Caught off guard, Astarion struggled futilely against the bear's grip. To Astarion's surprise and slight horror, Halsin, still in his bear form, promptly fell asleep, his snores echoing throughout the camp.

The camp fell into a stunned silence before erupting into laughter at the sight of the sophisticated vampire trapped in a bear hug. Despite his initial shock, Astarion couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

There was no waking the drunk bear, even as Karlach attempted to lift him. She laughed and tossed Astarion a pillow as she waved herself off to bed. The pressure of the bear was surprisingly soothing as the sky filled with specks of light. The camp had grown quiet, the celebration dying softly as exhaustion took everyone to slumber.

In those moments, Astarion could have bitten down on Halsin and drank his fill. Instead, he let out a long breath and settled into the course fur of the bear. There were worse ways to spend the night besides being cuddled by a grizzly bear.

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That's not Halsin's blood-- fighting in wildshape can get messy

Clover is very catlike and hides physical injuries because it means vulnerability

But after some time I think he was also afraid of being seen as a liability and getting left behind.

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“counterspell” or as i like to call it “Nuh uh”

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Requests Closed~

I'm working on the requests I've received, but work has been keeping me busy. I'm hoping to get those requests posted soon, and then I'll reopen requests.

Thanks~

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Wyll Ravengard + Gothic Wardrobe

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moon bath

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ability to draw bae'zel returned