#I haven't posted in 5 months

[box-ay]

[zaahvi]

GLORY TO THE RISEN GODS

[canisalbus]

✦ 2023 summary of art ✦

[peonypyxels]

maggie & rei🌟

[vaguesnail]

some laudnas because i love her new outfit and i love her

[bestagons]

What Dan and Phil Text Each Other 4 + Familect (article)

[felixschaoticstuff]

So I've been playing stardew valley recently, and OF COURSE i have orribile taste in men, so here's art of my fave sad babygirl

[ashiyn]

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if i had a nickel for every time tango asked a question that ended with an awkward silence i’d have two nickels, which isn’t much but it’s incredibly funny that it happened twice

[averlym]

ghost story premiere day! check @melliotwrites for more info

[kirisclangen]

Zelda

She/her, 65 moons, cis molly

[hallofharmony]

[cordeliawhohung]

People are so fucking outrageous you take some time for yourself that you told us you were taking and now they're up in your asks demanding stuff tell them to pay you for it, sincerely someone who doesn't mind waiting for whatever you post

on god i literally spent the last few days driving hours on end and just got back yesterday, today is my first full day back home. and i've been traveling out of town for the outreach clinic i have to work at the next few weeks, and even then i've still been writing allskdjf

lmfao i don't want to shit on that anon too much, and i'm def not trying to be rude or anything, but i'm also going to hijack your ask real quick to address stuff since i do have quite a few new followers.

while some users might not mind questions regarding when someone is updating/if they have anything planned for an ongoing series, and things like that, i specifically have it in my rules to please not do that, which is why i got a little short with them even though they arguably weren't being rude or malicious (unlike a few anons in the past have when asking things like that). this one is especially annoying because it's been literally eight days since i last updated for that, and i have other series i've been working on! like even though i'm not posting for it, i've still written a couple thousand words for pet!au, and i just finished a chapter for in limbo i'll have up for early access here in a bit, and then on tumblr probably tomorrow or wednesday.

but mostly, the reason why i specifically request that people don't ask if i have plans/when i'm updating/if i'm updating something is because i literally have an irl life. i've been pretty open recently about how i've been traveling and the work i've been doing, it's not a secret or anything lmao. it just feels... tone deaf, you know? like you come into my inbox not talking about the work, or what you like about it, or otherwise engaging with it, but just to ask if i'm giving you more, like i didn't just do that a week ago. hell, even if it's been months or years that's still rude imo because if you like something enough, then you'd probably be doing more than just asking for more, ya know? at least that's how it comes across to me. and like i said before, some people really don't care, which is why i made sure to specify it in my rules, because i do care. it ruins my mood to write and create because then it feels like a chore and people are waiting on me just to consume it and then beg for more rather than tell me what they actually enjoyed about the work lmao.

anyway, no hard feelings against that anon at all, i'm sure they didn't mean anything by it, so please don't show them any hate or anything. but just use this as a reminder to read the rules of the blogs you interact with please. or at least don't be surprised when you do something that irks them and then they're annoyed at you because of it lmao.

sorry about the rant in the tags

[renegade-skywalker]

Another Night With You

Summary:

Gale gives in to his baser desires as he realizes the depths of his feelings for Merit in the wake of rediscovering his will to keep on living. (Vaguely set post Act 2, pre Act 3)

Word Count: 3,405 Rating: E

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Gale was still dreaming of Merit’s smile when he suddenly awoke, the sound of a nearby rustling wrestling him from the depths of his sleep with a sudden start.

It didn’t take long for him to recognize the familiar and welcome sound of Scratch and the owlbear chasing one another not-so-quietly through camp, restless after a day of sleeping in the sun. He couldn’t blame them. After being trapped so thoroughly in the heart of shadow-cursed Reithwin, the beaming strength of the sun on the road to Baldur’s Gate was more than a wanted respite but also an omen of good tidings.

The sun had worn the rest of their merry band out as well, its presence brightening everything in the wake of all that transpired at Moonrise. And somehow, he and Merit had fallen into fits of unexplained laughter before eventually drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms, a phantom giddiness possessing them the moment their heads hit the pillow and holding them hostage until they were utterly out of breath. Smiles were very becoming of Merit, her eyes twinkling with a fire-bright sheen that made Gale go weak in the knees, crinkling in the corners as she brought him close, her breath on his cheek, the sound of her laughter filling him with an elation he wasn’t certain he’d ever felt, even as a boy. 

She was sleeping now, and soundly so, but the echoes of her laughter, the ghost of her smile, stayed in Gale’s mind like both a memory and a ghost, willing to be remembered and resurrected at once. He dared not wake her but he couldn’t help but pull her close. Merit was facing away from him, sighing contentedly when Gale tucked her against him, pressing a kiss to the warm skin of her exposed shoulder. He’d only meant to kiss her the once, expecting himself to settle against her and fall back asleep once more, his face buried sweetly in her hair at the crook of her neck, but instead he found himself kissing her again. And again and again…

Merit tasted sweet, her skin delightfully warm against his lips as he made his way up the curve of her neck. Merit finally stirred once he kissed the underside of her ear. Gale lingered there, savoring the scent of her hair, as Merit dug herself deliciously back into him even in her half-asleep state. Gale’s hands grasped her waist, his fingers digging gently into the grooves of her hips as he guided her more fully against him, placing the pleasing curve of her rear directly over his growing want for her, already hot with desire. 

Merit hummed, her voice lilting as if in song. A pleasant shiver coursed through him at the sound of her, yearning for more and already far more awake than he was mere moments ago.

“I love you,” he murmured into the shell of her ear, his lips gracing her skin as he spoke. He nibbled her earlobe before pulling away, kissing the space where her jaw met her neck as Merit laughed quietly against him.

If he was excited before, he was near to bursting now. The sound of her charmed laughter flitted through the confines of their shared tent like chimes on the wind, and he internally swore he would never tire of that song. 

“I know,” Merit sighed, her voice still heavy with sleep. She twisted to face him though she only moved her head. Merit reached back and threaded her hand through Gale’s hair as she brought his face to hers, the remainder of her body still turned away, pressed against his growing want with her back against his chest now housing a racing heart. One of Gale’s hands remained firm on her hip, holding her in place, while the other crept up her nightshirt and traced the outline of her breast when Merit finally brought his lips to hers. 

Merit kissed him, close-mouthed at first but earnest. She lingered there, whimpering against his mouth as she savored the feel of him before pulling away, looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. 

“I love you, too.”

It was hard not to touch her. Not just out of a desire to do so but out of an unspoken wonder, almost ashamed that he’d forgotten how miraculous a mortal body could be. He couldn’t help but let his hand roam, caressing the smooth swath of skin gracing Merit’s rib cage, the soft planes of her stomach, relishing in the way she seemed to only cling to him further as if magnetized the more his intrepid fingers graced the warmth of her skin.

Gale’s breath quickened, his eyes searching hers as Merit’s gaze grew clearer in the din of the tent. It was still darkest night, but through the gloom Gale was able to make out the faint outline of her, the weight of her words echoing through his mind as he admired her every shadowed feature made bright in his memory filling in all the gaps.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Still rife with disbelief at the truth of it, Gale’s mind yearned for the comfort of the Weave, his soul itching to feel Merit’s again, their every thought becoming one as each sensation was surrendered to in unison, their every desire made known as time collapsed in on itself, their every sentiment made absolutely certain. But there was something undeniable about the way Merit made him feel now, the way his body arched towards hers with almost untamable yearning, and the way her body fit against his. As if their shapes were made in time immemorial and they were only now rediscovering their innate need for completion in the other.

“I love you,” he said again, kissing her mouth and tracing her tongue with his before pulling away and kissing the corner of her mouth, and then her jaw, and then her neck once more. “But I also want you,” he continued, breathless, savoring the softness of her skin there, relishing in the sweetness of her. “So very much.”

He could sense Merit smile, the ghost of another twinkling laugh lacing her voice.

“Well then,” she said, urging Gale to meet her gaze again, her eyes flashing with a momentary ferality that electrified him instantly. They were still close enough to share breath, her open mouth so very near his that he felt as if they were caught in perpetual anticipation of a kiss.  “Why don’t you show me?”

Gale suddenly flushed hot against her, their shared heat growing exponentially with nowhere to go. Without thinking, Gale rolled his hips against her, which not only elicited a satisfied sigh to escape Merit's throat, but the sound of her wilting voice and the soft thrust of his growing desire only made him want her more. 

Merit smiled as she kissed him once more, whimpering again slightly before she parted her lips against his and drank him in full, her tongue tracing Gale’s with practiced pause. Now it was his turn to hum, an errant sound erupting from the base of his throat as Merit deepened their kiss and Gale cupped her breast, his thumb softly lancing across the swell of her until it grew firm beneath his insistent touch, his other hand gracing her hip before slowly reaching below the hem of her nightclothes.

He’d denied himself this for so long. Gale’s body longed for Merit’s beyond his mere affection for her, his want mounting precariously into need as she kissed him still, his other hand descending further and further, relishing in the satin-feel of her skin, until his fingers met her matching desire for him between her legs. 

A sigh shuddered through him the moment his touch met the well of her want, warm and hungry as Merit eased her legs slightly further apart at the feel of him, urging herself further back into his lap. He ran his fingers along the seam of her, his breath quickening as Merit grew slippery sweet beneath his touch. Gale already hungered for more of her, and yet that craving mounted still. He thrust himself against her again and Merit whimpered, pulling out of their kiss as she succumbed to both Gale’s touch as well as the sensation of his growing demand. 

Gale thought of saying something - something romantic, something suave - but all clever thought left his mind at the feel of her, the sound of Merit’s yearning mewls undoing him to the point that he could only act, not think. Without another thought, Gale simply lowered his briefs and moved Merit’s nightclothes aside and entered her with an exalted sigh.

It was like quenching a thirst, sating a baser part of him he hadn’t given attention to in so long that in his neglect had grown ravenous beyond the point of desire. He eased the hot head of his want inside Merit, slow and indulgent at first. A shuddered breath escaped him as he felt just how welcoming and wet she was, already dripping around the teeming length of him as he indulged in her inch by rapturous inch.

“Don’t stop.” Merit pleaded, already panting. “Gods, don’t ever stop.”

Again, Gale couldn’t speak for once, only act. The only poetry he could recite was in the way he held Merit reverently against him, in how his only thoughts echoed solely with her name, in the way the ache in his chest craved more of her and endlessly so. His hands gripped Merit’s hips, anchoring her against him as he urged himself up and more deeply inside her, slowly at first, and then with a voracious zeal he could not control, his every urging a plea to feel more of her and endlessly so. 

It was as if he could not stop, even if he wanted to, the idea of it becoming an impossibility his mind could not reconcile.

Gale and Merit fell out of their impassioned kiss, Gale’s panting mouth pressed against Merit’s cheek as he pressed the length of himself inside her again and again. Merit’s hand still wound back behind her and through his hair, her fingers raking deliciously against his scalp as she received his every thrust. Merit sighed, her voice almost lilting and loud enough to wake the others, but it only made him grip her more forcefully to him as his hands began to roam again, one hand gracing her breast once more as he took the hem of her shirt along with it in a half-hearted attempt to remove it entirely while his other hand reached for the pearl of her clit, running his fingers in careful circles until it elicited yet another sweet sigh from Merit’s throat.

If Merit was dripping around him before, she was absolutely drenched now, his growing shaft drowning in her want in a way that made him want to succumb to the succulent feel of her. A week ago, he might not have had a choice, so utterly out of practice he was surprised he made it more than a minute inside her despite his insatiable want for her only made exponentially so after their time spent in the Weave. She’d indulged him then, he knew, if only to sate her own curious mind - which was one of the myriad reasons why he loved her so and had been inexplicably drawn to Merit from the beginning - but even Gale was certain that after an evening spent in the Weave, that simply nothing else would compare.

And while their first truly intimate joining still remained the pinnacle of his relationship with Merit - their separate yearnings, their separate beings finally merging into one, their every thought and every affection made known in a way that defied the reach of both words and touch - there was something to be said for the ever-rapacious thirsts of the mortal flesh that Gale had simply forgotten about. And it wasn’t as if he’d never known them, either. He had, in fact, been held under their enraptured spell, before Mystra. Before he refashioned himself to fit her image, and reimagined his future self to better fit her immortal one. 

With Merit, Gale need not reimagine anything. Only all the ways in which he loved her and how else he might communicate it.

“Wait,” Merit said, stilling Gale’s insistence within her with a pleasantly panting breath.

Again, all words failed him. All he could do was silently obey and await her next order or his next primordial urge. Only Merit didn’t say anything. Instead, she simply shifted herself so she now faced Gale, pulling him into a hungry kiss as she removed her underclothes entirely and gripped the hot length of him with an eager hand. She was about to guide him back inside her when Gale instead pulled away but not out of her kiss, pulling off his briefs before sliding his hands up Merit’s body, slipping her nightshirt off completely so he could feel the naked warmth of her against him. And as they kissed, Gale eased himself back inside her, sighing as he felt the welcome warmth of her want for him, Merit sighing and humming in unison as he entered her once more.

“I love the way you feel,” Merit sighed, nearly whining against his mouth before kissing him again and urging him more deeply inside her. Her hands braced against Gale’s bare shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the feel of her so utterly intoxicating that Gale’s mind went blank for what felt like the first time in his life. “Gods, you feel so good.”

Merit’s words helped none, the subsequent euphoria that overcame him eclipsing all thought entirely as he obeyed his instinct alone and rode the ecstasy that was her. Gale angled Merit’s head against his as he kissed her deeply, her tongue tracing a tentative though delicious course against his as she descended further into the pillow beneath them. Eventually, Gale angled himself above her, poising his body over hers instead of beside it as he conceded to her kiss and urged his ever hardening length inside her over and over, his bristling desire now full to bursting. 

He panted, relentless, as he fought to remain steadfast in Merit’s kiss as he thrust his growing desire inside her over and over, the length of him hardening beyond want or desire and swaying precariously into need. He wanted to slow down, he wanted to savor it, he wanted to feel Merit climax over him and ease his appetite with her already-satiated satisfaction as he was already so fortunate to be used to feeling. But at the mere thought of it, Gale felt himself succumb, Merit swelling sweetly around his hard and questing length until he had to pull out entirely, reluctantly, before spilling over the font of her.

Merit only smiled as she held him closer to her. Gale trembled against her as she pressed another eager kiss to his mouth. And the moment their lips again met, Gale found his fingers eager and ever hungry, reaching for the core of her, smiling once he heard her whimper and sigh at his chasing touch. Like before, he ran his hands along the welcomingly wet seam of her, only this time he urged two fingers knuckle-deep inside her, mimicking everything he longed to do himself had he not expended his desire so quickly. But judging by the way Merit bucked her hips against his hand, it didn’t matter what part of him Gale had inside her, so long as she felt him at all.

Gale pressed kiss after hungry kiss against her mouth, his tongue mirroring his hand’s insistent exploration as Merit eased herself against and into his touch. His eyes rolled back beneath his already closed eyelids at the feel of Merit clenching around his ambitious fingers as well as in response to the way she kissed him back, the plush of her lips softly caressing his own in a way that made him shiver. His mouth craved to taste her want, to feel her desire against his lips in something other than a kiss, but before he could even imagine the scenario playing sweetly before his mind’s eye, Merit was trembling beneath his palm and pressing herself against him in a way Gale hadn’t yet known before. She rode his hand with possessed bliss, her eyes rolling back as she eased over the edge and eventually surrendered to his ardent touch.

When Merit’s eyes met his again, they were warm and electrifying, her amber irises more akin to fire than honey even in the scant light of the dark tent. 

“I love you so much, ” Merit sighed as she urged Gale’s mouth against hers, her lips caressing his before parting them, exploring the warmth of his mouth with her keen tongue. The words hardly registered in his mind in the shadow of her kiss, the truth of it still feeling like a dream. Gale could only kiss her back and return the sentiment in full, hopeful at least that his affection translated in the way their mouths met. 

Gale’s hands yet again plotted a course across Merit’s body, now naked and free for the taking. Every part of her excited him, each facet of her being providing some provocative notion his mind longed to study. Even without words at his disposal, he could study at the altar of her forever and always find something worth considering, his mouth acting religiously on his mind’s account, exploring intrepidly across every bit of yet uncharted territory. And even once every bit of Merit’s map was discovered, Gale endeavored upon delving deeper, pleasing not just her basest wants but everything beneath it and yet unspoken, unlocking her every secret want not out of any desire to discover it for him and himself alone but to allow her some release, something at least burgeoningly similar to the freedom he felt upon allowing himself to love her this way.

With a hearty sigh, his chest aflutter and still somewhat breathless, Gale tucked Merit comfortably beside him and rested his forehead against hers, tracing the outline of her with one hand as the other relished in how perfectly they fit together. Gale’s eyes followed his roaming hand as it eventually trailed up over her chest, lightly tracing the curve of her breast before delicately gracing her collarbone, slick with sweat, and running the length of her neck before tucking a curved finger beneath her chin and bringing her mouth to his. He kissed her softly, deliberately, as if his lips were delivering the multitude of unspoken things he felt for her, now and always. One of Merit’s hands rose to the nape of his neck, her fingers lightly raking through the base of his hair as she kissed him back, still equally breathless but more than willing to lose herself completely in him.

“I am so utterly in love with you,” he whispered against her mouth, kissing her almost between each word, unable to sate his bottomless need for her. Merit smiled against his mouth, which only inspired a similar smile of his own in turn, their mirrored expressions hanging breathless between their every urgent kiss.

"And I you," she muttered, sweet with sleep once more.

When Gale finally pulled away, it wasn’t far, instead nestling his head in the crook of Merit’s neck as he buried himself again in her hair, just as he imagined himself doing earlier before one quiet kiss turned into a thousand more. He wouldn’t take any of them back, even if he were to never sleep again. What worth would rest be if it kept him from feeling more alive than he had since...?

He kissed her neck again as the realization dawned on him, a momentary melancholy flitting before his mind’s eye as he reconciled the notion that this was the most alive he’d ever felt - not because it was in itself a tragedy, no, but because he had been so resigned months before that his life was already over, when in fact he’d hardly begun to actually live it.

And in the comfort of Merit’s closeness, Gale soaked in the moment as if crystalizing it in amber. He memorized the sound of her earlier laughter, the promise of her every kiss, the silk of her hair, the weight of her against him, and the hope of a world yet undiscovered by her side.

[heroofpenamstan]

when munira of neverwinter met the blade of frontiers.

[lemm-moxx]

Anothher status report thingy on that thing!!!

[memento-morri-writes]

badly summarized wip poll tag

I was tagged by the amazing @cherrybombfangirlwrites! Thanks, Anna!!

I'm going to tag @ink-fireplace-coffee @rose-bookblood @aritany @atomatowriter @andromedaexists and also make this an open tag! <3