#bald guy 3

[dujour13]

Inspired by @commander-lariel, @angrygoatwoman, @turbulentpumpkin43 and @tenmillionbees to write a little intro for Saedra as companion.

You spy a tiefling woman rising to her feet among the wreckage. She’s attractive, with dusky blue skin, and black hair in an elaborate coiffure, long braids thrown over her shoulders and graceful horns spiraling out of the buns on either side of her head. She dabs the corners of her dark eyes to fix her makeup.

As you approach she straightens her overflowing bodice and dusts off the trousers hugging her hips, glances over with a languid smile and gives you a long, thirsty once over.

“Well, hello there.”

Her smile broadens. “Another survivor? You can call me Saedra. Anytime honey.”

As she winks your tadpole gives a sudden shudder, and frantic images flash one after another of a dark, candlelit library, arcane manuscript swimming in your sleepy vision, a blast of light, noise and leering faces in a bustling tavern, and flesh, sweat-soaked and writhing in pleasure. The one constant is the sense of a curious, inscrutable presence—you are not the only one watching.

Her smile vanishes. “Looks like the bastards got to you too. Not that I have anything against tentacles, but I don’t appreciate people sticking things places without my consent. I suppose we’re both out of the frying pan and into the same fire. What do you say, love? I do fancy some company.”

[spyridonya]

@dujour13 and @turbulentpumpkin43 and @angrygoatwoman nand @commander-lariel caught my eye and I'm attempting with my boy. I don't know who has been tagged or not, but if you wanna tag me so I can see, I'd be obliged.

The heavily armored figure stands up slowly from his study of the ground. Shining, dark hair frames his stern features and his eyes, a color mirroring his armor, stand out against dark skin. You believe he's part elven, judging by the fineness of his features and point of his ears. Yet, there's an element that makes him seem out of place among the mundanity of his surroundings but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"Well then," The pale eyes take survey of you not once, but twice, and during the second the stern features soften. "It's not every day you see a cutter swagger from a Nautiloid in one piece. It seems you haven't sustained any-"

The creature burrowed behind your eyeball squirms, dances, and sudden images take you. A city on top a spire with no sun yet has night and day, the burning that surrounds you like death's grip, the bustling streets of people and creatures unseen, and you are suffused with rage. A flash of sword is wielded with that rage born from sorrow standing before a fiend with teeth and claws-

The images break away. The man presses a large palm against his temple as the image fades, the softness only hinted at is gone. Perhaps it was even imagined as his pale eyes narrow at you, "Well, looks I was most deeply wrong. The Illithids got to you, too." And for a moment he is silent, careful and considering, "I am Sophus... I have some understanding of those squids than most of the folks around here, even if I'm not a local. If that ain't enough to earn my keep, I'm a good minder and have a steady blade." His jaw sets as he asks the simple question, "What do you say?"

Meet Sophus, an aasimar from Sigil who took a trip the burg of Baldur's Gate. He did not expect a squid ship on his journey to figure out how to get home. Oh, and he's a atheist paladin of vengeance with a distaste towards fiends, though he can make an exception for illithid.

[rollofleaf]

All of the BG3 companions are trans. The only exceptions are Gale, who is an egg, and Minthara, who is way too much of a misandrist to be trans.

Shadowheart, Wyll, and Halsin seem especially trans to me. Sorry I don’t make the rules.

[baldguy-fight]

BALD GUY FIGHT ROUND 3

[cheekylittlepupp]

gymforge

[kojitheopossum]

tango tango tango tango tango tango tango tango tango tango (slamming fists on table repeatedly)

[bucketinyourwalls]

Papa Emeritus Gary Miller au send tweet

[levlikesdogs]

Bald + sunglasses + dead wife is apparently my type when it comes to fallout games

[all-that-good-stuf]

Newton Pud drawings

[iaminjail]

wallter without the wall

[crunchchute]

scrappy

[dujour13]

OK @baneschosen, you asked for it. Saedra just met Gortash. Her thoughts:

What is this?

Ugh, his breath.

Can’t seem to drag my eyes away from the pasty unshaven plunging neckline. Why on the day of your coronation do you dress up in ostentatious finery and not even brush your teeth?

But he’s too clever for it not to be a message of some kind. A slap in the patriars’ faces as a filthy commoner dons the mantle of Archduke?

No—nothing so petty.

For a man who smells like that to fix me with an arrogant glare, and offer me a “brittle alliance” in that smooth tone after admitting to having been betrayed, when I killed his associate and hold not only the prism but one of his precious gems—it’s not an oversight, nor a petty message to the aristocracy. It’s a threat.

He is far too confident for someone who seems in such a fragile position. No need for pretense. No need to even bloody comb his hair.

He frightens me. More than Raphael, more than the Emperor, more even than my patron. I get the feeling that if I take it, this is one deal I’ll never slip free of.

Well, I’m with Karlach. I’ve cleaned up a lot of literal shit in my day, but he makes me want to burn him like a plague bed.

Not here and now. We need to be ready for whatever he’s got up his sweat-stained sleeve.

And I have more immediate things to worry about.

[ping-ski]

finally convinced myself to make PMH fanart to take a break from LDR, it's been well over due anyways- pluck i'm comin' after YOU!!!! >:)

[rollofleaf]

Wrote a little intro as if Taliira was an origin character. Inspired by @commander-lariel , @angrygoatwoman , @dujour13 , and @turbulentpumpkin43

A massive spider stares up at you with bizarrely intelligent eyes, skittering back a few steps before it begins to transform. Legs meld into its form, eyes disappear, it stands upright and you soon find yourself staring at a drow. Her skin is near-black and her hair is a beautiful silver, her face decorated with a tattoo mimicking a tree. Her eyes are striking, a deep red that seems to be slowly fading to purple. She shields her eyes from the sun and gives you a slight bow. She's dressed in a simple chain shirt with a holy symbol of Selune around her neck.

"Please, I've no desire to harm you. Just leave me be." She shrinks away from you, her voice quivering in fear as she steps back into the comfort of some nearby shade.

As your eyes meet hers, the tadpole writhes and squirms, overcoming you with visions. Images flash through your head. A tangled web of intrigue, beautiful women and fine food, a life full of pleasure yet so hollow. A ray of moonlight pierces it, giving clarity, peace, and regret. You see through her eyes, desperately fleeing a black city into a starry sky that finally brings relief.

The drow cautiously steps forward before shrinking back into the shade. "You're infected. Like me. And..." She shakes her head and steps out again. One hand shades her eyes while the other reaches out to shake yours. "I am Taliira Mel'thaal. I know what I am, but I'm not a monster like most drow. I'm trying not to be, at least. Would you permit me to come with you in search of a cure? I'm finally free of Menzoberranzan, I'd rather not tarnish this freedom by becoming a mind flayer."

The fear in her eyes mixes with hope as she fully emerges from the shadow, glancing around like a skittish cat. "T-thank you, I'm indebted to you. I'm quite eager to actually see and learn about the surface, but how do you stand this light? Ah, it doesn't matter. Shall we go?"

[baldguy-fight]

BALD GUY FIGHT ROUND 3

[enobariasdistrict2]

THE HUNGER GAMES SERIES | DISTRICT TWO TRIBUTES: Cato, Clove, & Enobaria

Cato. Clove. Brutus. Enobaria. I've seen their eagerness. I've seen their bloodlust, too.