#♡Isobel

[sorcerous-caress]

May I politely request how Isobel & Alyin that have to deal with a partner that keeps overworking themself.

Isobel & Dame Aylin dealing with an overworked partner

[ fluff, poly, nb!reader ]

Isobel would try to approach it in a more subtle way, gentle coaxing and reminders that the work will always be there in the morning. To come to bed and join your beloveds instead of over exerting yourself.

She can relate in a way, having stayed up countless nights in prayers to sustain the bubble of a safe haven back in the shadowlands. There wasn't even a second spared to herself during those times.

Which is why she is the more determined to get you to rest, she was in a war while you're willfully choosing this.

Patience is a virtue, she tells you.

Dame Aylin takes a more direct approach.

By direct it means she will literally pick you up and takes you to bed.

You can try to argue and plead with her about how important you work is all you want, it's akin to arguing to a stone wall after she's noticed the dark circles under your eyes.

You discover very quickly how stubborn aasimars are.

At the end of the day, both of them are just concerned for you and your wellbeing.

Life is priceless, Dame Aylin was forced to come to terms with the fragility of a mortal's life back when she lost Isobel before.

And you'd really pay with your own life? Trade your health for a few extra hours of work that might have cut days from your lifespan.

The thought is too grim for Dame Aylin to bare. How careless mortals can be with their lives.

You're something precious, someone who should be treasured. You deserve rest, food and love like any other person.

Even if it becomes too unbearable at times, the thought of leaving something unfinished or having a work unfulfilled. It's very hard for mortals to come to terms with their own imperfections.

That's why they'll be there for you to help you step back, to see the whole picture of life instead of focusing on the small flaws.

[sofysta]

J. Isobel De Lisle

[darlingbudsofrae]

is it even gay if you haven't even threatened to kill him at least once?

The King's Men (All For The Game) // If We Were Villains // All of Us Villains

[iinvu]

                          ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ to. @dumexes

                    " you really said yes? you're actually going to go out with her? "

[flcwerless]

( ❀ )     new message     ➤     open

“    how    can    you    think    i    don’t    care    ?    i    would    have    waited    for    you    all    night    to    talk    for    a    minute    .    ”

[utcpias]

          ♡.    isobel    &    ??

                              ♡.       “i’m too pretty for this is a very valid excuse actually.” @g4m3bo1​

[fcturehearts]

                  continuation from this post

      it’s moments like tonight, astrid remembers how grateful she is to have a friend like isobel in her life. the cup of hot chocolate slid towards her, causes a smile to tug onto her lips for the first time tonight, hands instantly wrapping around the cup - relishing in the warmness it provides. femme offers just a simple nod in response at first, taking a sip from her cup, the liquid soothing her throat as it slides down. the warmth from the blanket is an added comfort, the femme’s head almost instantly leaning towards the red head. “ i’m thinking maybe even like a how to style book. how to constantly have shit dates. ” she quips back, a dry laugh passing her lips before taking another sip of the hot chocolate. “ it’s just embarrassing at this point issie. ”   @tornadoswarnings​

[girlzstupid]

testing femme tag drop !

[candiedstrwb]

muse tag drop

*       ──       ♡       𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   .     ⁞       delia.

*       ──       ♡       𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   .     ⁞       isobel.

*       ──       ♡       𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   .     ⁞       bonnie.

*       ──       ♡       𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   .     ⁞       zara.

*       ──       ♡       𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   .     ⁞       daisy.

*       ──       ♡       𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   .     ⁞       octavia.

[baldursgays3]

Dame Aylin x Isobel Thorm from BG3 ✰ inspired by these text posts (x x x) ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & nb folks ♡

[sleepyrogues]

♡ Dame Aylin and Isobel.. ♡

These ladies are my first design for my Patreon sticker club! I don't want to promote much on here but if you want these lesbians as a sticker you can join anytime in March and get them! <33

[sorcerous-caress]

Selunite Tav x Selunite Shart x Dame Aylin x Isobel. Like it's just a bunch of Seluna worshippers getting it on and Selune 100% approves - Degenerate anon (Also random confession but I'm really sorry that I never like any of your post I'm afraid somehow my mutuals will find the posts I like and think I'm a degenerate and I mean I am but Idont want them to know still support your work just very very anonymously)

That's perfectly fine anon! I don't post things expecting likes or comments so i genuinely don't mind never receiving them. I'm glad to hear you support my work and like it <3

Dame Aylin might as well be Seluna's OC that she inserted into the mortal world, that's how much she supports her worshippers getting freaky together in bed.

The moon polycule goes hard, what else can i say. Aka Dame Aylin and the harem her mom gifted her.

Isobel and Shadowheart probably started as enemies then became friends eventually, and Shadowheart's parents are also selunite so i see them approving of this arrangement.

Maybe Reader and Shadowheart were together, then they saw Isobel and Dame Aylin and connected some dots. I see Isobel and Reader being the ones to suggest it to their partners, Aylin would be on board bc hell yeah both of you are cute selunite clerics that she collects like pokemon cards and Shadowheart has no problem with sharing.

Personally, if i was Shar, I'd never show my face again after fumbling the moon polycule bag.

Also, both Isobel and Shadowheart are half-elf, so their lifespan is similar. Aylin is Immortal and will be the one outliving them, Reader too. Tho depending on Reader's race they might be the last one to stay with Aylin.

What I'm saying is this concept has so much potential for fluff, drama, healing and angst.

[farfallasims]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Isobel's Everyday Lookbook *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Look ONE | top | pants | shoes |

Look TWO | top | skirt | shoes |

Look THREE | top | shorts | shoes |

Look FOUR | romper | shoes | sunglasses |

The purses & black sunglasses were made by bergdorfverse and sadly are behind a paywall, but there are alternatives to get it. Google helps (:

p.s. Isobel is available for download on the gallery!

and thank you to the creators of the cc for making these beautiful items in the first place! @joancampbell-jcb @aharris00britney @jius-sims @camuflajesims @nucrests

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[katsigian]

✦ ⊹₊​ ✧₊⁺ 𝙐𝙍𝙇 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙏𝙖𝙜 ⁺₊✧₊⁺ ₊ ⊹ ✦

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Rules: list one song for every letter in your url!

I'm taking these all from Valen's playlist ♡

K - Kicks by Barns Courtney

A - Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier

T - The Tower by Drama Moth

S - Snake Song by Isobel Campbell

I - In The Dark by Cathedrals

G - Grim Ranger by Lungs and Limbs

I - Immaculate by Visxge

A - Ain't No Grave by Johnny Cash

N - Nocturn by Saint Mesa

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[iinvu]

                         ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ to. @suprshy

                    " are you kidding me? i had to rearrange a million things to go to this dinner with you, and now you're trying to tell me that something else came up? "

[orphic-musings]

The pain we wrought from words unspoken…

Characters: Karlach x gn! reader, Wyll x gn! reader, Halsin x gn! reader, Aylin x Isobel, Bex x Danis

Genre: Angst, fluff (but not for you)

Warnings: hurt no comfort, misunderstandings, spoilers for the end of act 2, implied reference to death (character)

Summary: After an arduous battle everyone is celebrating and taking a much needed reprieve. Except you, whose heart has a hole that is home to loneliness and grief. Is there no one to comfort you?

Notes: Omg i am back and with a BALDUR’S GATE FIC!?!!??! yes i have been taken by this game too and it has me in a chokehold and forced me to write for it. im sorry it had to be angst it makes me so sad maybe i will write comfort pt. 2 if people want it! pls enjoy :-) (sobbing) lemme know if i missed any warnings also not proofread aha

Karlach:

Aylin had her arm around Isobel the whole night. You recall earlier how she had lifted Isobel into the air and spun her around, nothing but mirth and pure love in her eyes. The action had brought a genuine smile to your face. To see something so joyful and pure after so much torment and toil was a gift, an uplifting you didn’t know you needed. But it came with a bittersweet pang. Everyone was busy chatting away at camp, spirits were high as everyone had a much needed moment of reprise after the defeat of Ketheric. Though you still wore a smile, your heart faltered.

“Holding up, Soldier?” A warm and familiar voice appeared behind you, and you turned to be met with an equally warm smile. You nodded, returning the smile, a genuine one.

“I’m so glad to see everyone reunited and safe, it seemed like such an impossible reality before, but now….” You turned back to the Selûnite couple in a loving embrace as your sentence trailed off. Karlach’s eyes followed, but then she looked at you. Your eyes were faraway, and your smile seemed almost sad.

“Alright there?” She asked, concern in her voice. Ever conscious of the feelings of others, she could pick up on any hint of bitterness or longing in others. She knew it all too well.

“It’s just, seeing all this love… I should be so happy, I am! But it still hurts. It must be nice to mean that much to someone.” You didn’t face her as you spoke. Despite your calm voice and your content, peaceful face, she sensed a deep hurt behind your words. Her mouth opened, and her hand instinctively reached out to grab your shoulder, but she stopped.

You mean so much to me, I cherish every moment we spend together. I could forget myself in your smile, forget the world in your eyes. Just one look at your face can quell all my rage. I would spend every hour I could with you, I would not hesitate to defend you and protect you. I want to be with you. Is what she wants to say. But instead she turned away with a solemn silence of her own.

You didn’t react to her silence, times are hard, and love seemed like a luxury. You stood like a statue as she slipped away, mourning internally her prescence, as she ripped herself from your side unwillingly.

Fighting Zariel’s war was easier than fighting her feelings in that moment. But any moment could be her very last. For someone who would rather live and die in the present, fully and without regrets, she feels a hypocrite. But imagining the hope of being with you, the joy you might have from knowing how much she needs you and cherishes you, was too much to bear. She couldn’t stand the thought of taking that all away from you. It’s a lesser evil to keep it from you, to keep it from herself, in the first place, than to have fate cruelly crush it all. At least that’s what she told herself as she faced the wall of her tent, away from your own dejected form, with hot tears in her eyes.

»»————-　♡　-————««

Wyll:

It seemed a miracle that you managed to save all the tieflings, and the gnomes on top of that. And even more so to defeat Ketheric Thorm, and at last promise safety and rest to all in the shadowlands. But any praise or recognition went over your head as you reeled in the aftermath. It felt surreal, and almost like it happened too quick, and you were still having trouble processing it. Even as you walked around Last Light Inn to rejuvinate your mind.

“You’re alright! My gods you’re alright!” You heard a voice call, and as you rounded the corner you saw two Tieflings in a tight embrace. You recognized Danis as one of the prisoners you had rescued, and pride swelled in you momentarily. As you watched the reunion in tender delight, you failed to notice a presence join you.

“A joyous sight. It makes me feel better about all the toil thus far.” Wyll’s voice spoke beside you, smooth and clear. It made you smile, even as you felt the sweet atmosphere waver, threatening to leave behind a cold emptiness.

“A shame it seems so scarce these days.” You said, watching the couple wander off into the warm inn. His face fell as he noticed the melancholy in your gaze.

“Indeed. I only hope those who have love, and hope, hold onto it dearly.” You merely stared off into the distance, unmoving and unresponding. It wrenched his heart, but he remained with you. It somehow felt like the least, and the most, that he could do. He wished you would turn to him, so he coukd see the light reflected in your eyes. But you couldn’t, for the price of love and hope was one too high for you to pay, in your mind. And despite your proximity, there was a perceptible distance between you.

»»————-　♡　-————««

Halsin:

The camp was brimming with relief, chatter sounding from every corner as parties discuss the aftermatch of the fight at Moonrise towers. Many people had joined you after the fight, since it had really only begun, and your companions had proven themselves capable of leading the cause. But you were mostly grateful for the presence of those who had helped you make it that far, namely the archdruid of Emerald Grove. Halsin was relieved, and content as well. He had fulfilled his century long quest, and the lands were now safe. And so were you.

“What now? You’ve got what you wanted, after all.” You asked, unsure if he would stay now that his task is finished.

“I have. But perhaps there is more that I want.” He replied, a smile on his face. You felt the warmth of his words, and you almost let it invade your senses, but you shook it off. Curiosity threatened to get the better of you, even if you werenmt sure you wanted to know the answer. But before you could stop it the words had left your mouth.

“What is it that you want?” He paused to glance at you, the smile never having left his face.

“Not what,” he began, his gaze shifting past you, “but who.” He let out a sigh after that, like it was good to get it off his chest. But your heart fell. You had known you shouldn’t have asked, but you needed to. Just in case of that small possibility.

“Ah.” Is all you managed in reply. After a beat of silence you turned and left abruptly, the intense beat of your heart felt like it was punching your ribs. Halsin’s smile faded as he watched you walk away. Had he said something wrong? No, he realized, he had merely misread the situation. You didn’t feel the same way, you couldn’t have. He felt silly in that moment, and laughed it off as he had done with the other rejections in his life (though they were few). But he could not shrug off the pain that wrenched his heart.

The next day the camp felt uncertain again. Comforting, yes, but uncertain. The party would be on the road again, and many things could change until they next made camp again. But the heaviest thing hanging in the air was your silence, your distance. It was to be expected, he reasoned, after the awkward encounter, but he hoped it didn’t mean you couldn’t still be friends. The very thought caused his throat to tighten.

But you couldn’t even bear to look at him. Of course such an experienced, handsome and capable man such as him wouldn’t have a soft spot for you. Thinking about it now made you ill. You couldn’t be near him, because all you thought of in his presence was how lucky someone else was to have him. And as you journeyed down the road to Baldur’s Gate, your distance grew. So much that it caused an uncomfortable wedge in the group, a palpable bitterness that soured the air.

Every night sorrow would muster in the two tents on far sides of the camp. Frustration, tears and regret proliferated there in those moments, planting seeds of woe to be reaped when the dawn broke. And the cure for sickness was only right where they dare not look.