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Listen, I know Gale would be an amazing soft-dom.

But really?

I know that man will go feral after being called a good boy.

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NSFW 🔞

We don't talk enough about that little sliding move Gale does in his physical romance scene in the forest.

The way he crawls over you like the hungriest man alive, lowers his body down over yours so you can feel his weight on you, sinks between your legs, and then slides his body down as that knee goes straight where you think it does.

It's so intentional, too. He's smirking while he does it, his lips mere centimeters from yours. He knows why you gasp when his cock drags along your core. He knows how wet/hard you are. He knows you're gonna squirm. And he knows that you're loving every second of it. So what does he do? Leave it at that? Nope. Not this overachiever. That knee comes up so that he can put even more pressure right there.

Good God, this man makes me such a mess. 🫠

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I DID IT.

AFTER 15 YEARS.

MY WRITING TOUCHING THE LIGHT OF THE INTERNET ONCE MORE.

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That's it. I'm revolting.

Bad news, y'all

You really gotta write the damn book to become a published author

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My favourite snippet from this writing session

Astarion is one of the last ones to stir. He gives Tav a gentle squeeze before untangling himself from their embrace. He gets up, stretches lazily, then dusts some non-existent dust from his doublet before offering a rakish little bow–his features back to being unreadable. 

“Well, this has been an unexpected pleasure,” he says, his tone light and charming as always but his eyes softer than usual. “I’d better be off before I start reciting poetry or something else dreadfully sentimental.” 

He taps a finger under her chin and places one gentle kiss upon her brow. “Don’t stay up too late, darling. Or do. You always looked rather fetching in the candlelight.”

And just like that, he disappears into the quiet shadows of the tower.

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Inside of me are two wolves:

One wants to guard my writing with their life until I've finished the entire fic. And only then can I MAYBE start posting it.

The other wants to throw the page and a half I just wrote online, just for shits and giggles. Oh. And because motivation.

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Thank fuck for the polyamory mod because I will NEVER be able to pick just one of them to smooch during my playthroughs.

Being able to spend time with Wyll "sweetest prince cupcake" Ravenguard but not be able to adore and love Karlach "cinnamon roll who can break me in two" Cliffgate?

Hanging on every word my favorite yapping wizard flings around and loving him for the man he is, not the magic he commands. But not being able to help my favorite vampire heal something in himself and see his growth?

NOT BEING ABLE TO HUG MY BEARMAN AND GET FOREHEAD KISSES WHILE DOING ALL THIS??

UNACCEPTABLE.

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jaheira being a spicy grandma 🌶️🔥

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Waking up my fic writing muscles for the first time in a decade, aaaaaaaaaah

“Will you look after our sentient ball of starshine, please?” She looks up from the slab of wood she dubbed cutting board, meeting Halsin’s gaze. 

“Of course I will my heart. He won’t like it, naturally, but I’ll make sure no harm comes to him”. His arms snake around her waist and he pulls her back into him, planting a gentle kiss atop of her head. 

“Ugh. Why do you two always have to be… I don’t know…” The pale man that saunters over to the makeshift kitchen waves his arms as if that’ll help him find the words he’s looking for any quicker. 

“In love? Happy? Better looking than you?” Tav fills in. An eyebrow raised as much in question as in an unspoken challenge. With a small huff and a light flick of his hand Astarion waves the jab aside. “We both know that just isn’t true, darling.” he says airily while leaning against one of the beams that holds the shabby barn upright. “If you really feel the need to poke a bear, might I suggest you poke the actual bear standing behind you?” 

Tav feels the deep rumble of laughter in Halsin’s chest. Which makes deciding between rolling her eyes or blushing so much she’ll match tomatoes on the cutting board that much harder. ‘Lucky’ for her, she doesn’t have to decide. When Halsin smiles and says: “What? Here? Now? I never thought of giving a show like that. Not to friends at least. But if you ask nicely we might be inclined to show you just how well she pokes the bear”. She doesn’t have to decide to look like one of the tomatoes. It just happens.

(It's just a small scene, just some banter, but damn does it feel weird to be back in writingland again. No way but up I guess. But yes, just sharing this little snippet of some of my favourite goofs to get over my nerves of posting)

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Okay but what I really want to see?

My tragic wizard wife meeting my tragic wizard boyfriend.

(Read: I want Gale Dekarios and Caleb Widowgast to kiss)