#i am your druid

[writeshite]

i gnaw at my enclosure everytime you post.

I NEED TO BE FEEEEDDDD AAAAA

— [can i be] 🌎 anon [?]

“You’ve hardly changed.”

Astarion turns in surprise at the sound of your voice; it had been some years since he’d last seen you. He practically beams when he notices you, draping himself over you in glee, though it never quite reaches his eyes.

“And you’ve changed a lot. Did you miss me?” Astarion caresses your cheek, and you resist the urge to lean into the touch like so long ago. Instead, you slap his hand away and hold it far from your face.

“I’m not here for you, Astarion; I was called to Baldur’s Gate to deal with a rogue dryad.” You see the glee vanish and be instantly replaced by anger and jealousy.

“I did not ask what brought you here, I asked if you missed me,” Astarion states.

The ascension had twisted everything inside him, your attention was his and his alone, but unlike before where he’d mock pout, now he’d murder the person that stole your attention.

“I don’t have time for you Astarion,” you brush him aside, and his face darkens.

“Well, make time; I don’t like being ignored.” He reminds you, “Are you with someone? Did you replace me with some warm body to fuck?”

Your lack of response irritates him and lack of engagement in a conversation only prompts Astarion to follow you.

[hrokkall]

ULTRATOBER DAY 28 /// MYSTERIOUS DRUID KNIGHT (& owl)

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[eupheme]

sneak peek of a new wip that I am suddenly 5k deep in, after being bitten by the bg3 bug! 💕 I had this idea of the grove druids celebrating a spring fertility festival, with druid!tav/reader learning about it and joining Halsin in the woods 👀🌲

[edit: fic is here!]

"Is it just the Solstice that draws you to me?" Is it just duty that has ensnared his affections? Is this no more than fulfilling the desires of Silvanas?

He laughs, with a shake of his head, "If our first meeting had been in the Grove, your beauty would have been more than enough to enthrall me."

The knowledge is flattering. That he still would have wanted you, in another life, in another time. His next words are enough to cast the rest of your doubts aside.

"But make no mistake. For quite some time now, I have desired more. Deeper than the skin, down to the marrow." He brings your entwined fingers to his mouth, his lips pressing against your knuckles, "I fear you stole more than gold that day, in the Sanctum."

There is much that he reveals, with his words.

A sense that your feelings are more than reciprocated. A reminder that he does not mince words, like others you have known.

For as keen as your eyes are, you should have realized this sooner. The last curl of unease lifts, wafting up to stars above.

“How do we begin?”

“Eager. I like that.” Halsin grins - his eyes dragging over you, as his voice pitched low, “For one… you are overdressed.”

[druidshollow]

i find it rather funny that everyone in the asks here wants to beat up flowers. what if i want to treat him well. i want to make him better. everyone deserves a second or thousandth chance. give him a hug. pat him on the head. say everything's gonna be okay. tell him that he makes people sad when he acts out. give him a hug x2. turn him from an angry ball of fire into a sopping papertowel.

the problem with that is thats what his ex wife tried to do for him and for a while it seemingly worked but eventually he falls into a pattern of manipulation. he becomes so obsessed with the idea of losing his relationships that he twists them around into something dark in an attempt to control the situation and prevent said loss. im all for opportunities for self betterment always being available but its in his character to reject these opportunities every time he receives them, and i think its entirely fair to be wary of people who display patterns of abuse

when given the opportunity he has a pattern of falling back on abuse, and the more power/authority he is given, the worse he is. i think hed be a dangerous person to seek out honestly

[thecagedbard]

[wizardnuke]

i love dnd..i love playing heavy utility/support/backfield and i love having three to six attacks in a turn and an insane ac. at heart im a support player ill get my hands on whatever we're missing in a group

[equizart]

An art trade for @glassrooibos

[ranger-crisis]

Halsin’s quote about “resentment will spring up regardless like mushrooms” (or something along those lines) lives in my head anytime something happens. It’s the first thing that comes to mind whenever I find myself resenting someone else or when someone is acting negatively about me.

And the quotes:

“No matter how long I live, I will always strive to remain a keen pupil. Only a hook would think he could drink in all knowledge until none is left”

“You sound like a student, reciting words for a test without considering their meaning.”

“Sometimes I think conventional wisdom is too narrow about what someone can or can’t be.”

“Natures tapestry is infinitely complex”

So on and so forth, I could create an entire list of quotes but that’s for another time. Like the writer of Halsin absolutely slaughtered, dare I say decimated. As a writer it’s so amazing to see just what people can write. It may be mundane, but the idea that someone wrote that, spent time writing that, is amazing. I don’t see glory in the mundane, because what you call mundane is glorious, and isn’t that what we call poetry? (okay so yeah I took that out a poem I wrote while sick and added more words to chunk it up, but my post my rules I can ramble all I want).

And the voice actor? Absolutely pulls it all together. The delivery of the lines absolutely amazing and I think that’s part of why they stick with me so much. The way someone talks can be a make or break of whether or not you actually pay attention and take weight as to what they’re saying. I think everyone has had that one really boring history teacher who all you remember is how boring they were and the way they spoke, so kinda like that. You probably get the concepts, but nothing else. But when someone talks good you pay more attention and are more likely to y’know take weight to what they say. The way the voice actor did Halsin is just so top tier.

[antiqua-lugar]

racism is bad because it gains you a sword in your back for thinking that all drows look the same

[lil-biscuits]

A typical day in Sword Coast--

Astarion putting the moves on our resident Bear(Halsin) while Gale has to deal with my Tav sorceror's superpower of occasionally bursting into flames(and sometimes turning into a sheep).

[flugame-mp3]

the magic of baldur's gate is that when an npc particularly pisses you off, you can save, kill them mercilessly with repeated eldritch blasts, and then reload like nothing happened <33

[kirkwallsbane]

Anya: *does anything*

Lae'zel: *disapproves*

Lae'zel: *disapproves*

Lae'zel: *disapproves*

Lae'zel: .......

Lae'zel: ...I wanna fuck you so bad

[freshvanillapng]

my first artfight attack!! attack on @teaweltzer's dnd charcacter sprout, theyre so cute!!

[druidshollow]

phrases is so blindingly kind it makes space realize how horrible hes become

[mindsmade]

@betraal / meme: patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

Though he's never resistant to help when offered, Aerendyl feels an unprecedented incongruence surface within him as Daemosyrâxes tends to his wounds. Grym, that mechanical terror, and its mephits butting in, managed to do a number on him. Burns, scrapes and cuts — but the discomfort stemming from those ebbs and flows like an unpredictable tide as the sorcerer works on treating the reddened patch across his back.

It's by no means a comfortable affair, but the poultice at least cools the angry patch of red, covering the range between the jut of his left shoulder to just right of his spine. The genasi briefly thinks back on the spectacular fall he took to earn him that mark, landing his partially exposed back on the searing metal floor of the forge.

His focus snaps back ( a blessing in disguise? ) to the fluctuation between discomfort and solace at Daemosyrâxes' hands as a particularly sharp pain shoots through him, below the otherwise light press of the other's fingertips. ❛  Hm. You have a healer's touch.  ❜ Gentle when possible, and persistent when called for. Inflicting pain to prevent greater agony is a necessary evil in that trade.

He just didn't expect to be on the receiving end of any assistance from him. Somehow, at some point, Daemosyrâxes looked at him and decided to come to his aid over throwing a jibe his way.

Somehow, that feels different from when they're out facing the Underdark's perils — there's no real reflection involved in protecting each other there. Do or don't; there's no in between. This quiet moment he's caught in now, to Aerendyl's mind, doesn't fit that category. This stems from a deliberate choice.

The fire crackles, and druid feels warmed — either by its fire, or the goodwill surrounding it. Maybe it's both.

❛  Thank you. I appreciate your help.  ❜ A gaze sluggishly casts itself over his shoulder. ❛  You seem to be in your element; like you're used to juggling poultices and whatever else you're using.  ❜