the circus is coming to town, and what a selection of curiosities it has... 🎪
As soon as I saw the posters @amielot drew for the circus in their Horse Girl AU, I knew I had to try my hand at coloring them in! This AU has stolen my entire heart— if you haven't looked through the AU comics yet, DO THAT RIGHT NOW!! THEY'RE EXCELLENT!!
This poster is my colors on @amielot 's drawing, using @aquabluejay 's summoning circle asset in the background :) Insp under the cut—
Colors and textures were greatly inspired by painted circus/carnival posters, especially this one:
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Hold Person 🤝 Calm Emotions
Somehow getting beloved chaos party to communicate
Absolutely! Were it not for Gale's and Shadowheart's chaos control spells, this team would have been in a whole lot more hurt, ahahaha!
Forgive me for veering slightly off-topic, but I got inspired again:
The One Downside to Being the Team's Official Protection-From-Chaos Spellcasters
And that's totally why Gale and Shadowheart hung out at camp for the most part in Act 3 and not because I was busy trying to gain Jaheira's and Minsc's approval
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Trails of Melted Wax
It didn't take long for Morrigan to start sleeping in Gale's tent every night. When there was still danger around every corner, still squirming little harbringers of doom in their heads, every moment was precious, and neither of them saw any need to spend that time apart.
This was one such night, with them sitting on their pushed-together bedrolls. Morrigan straddled Gale's lap, both of them shirtless, kissing languidly. She trailed her mouth over his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. She paused for a moment at the orb's mark, then gently placed a lingering kiss at the center of it. Gale froze under her, his hands pausing where they'd been stroking along her back. She continued though, kissing around the edges of the circle, then up along the twisting, trailing strands that wound up his neck, over his jaw, up to his cheek near his eye. She felt his breath shake against her skin.
"You don't have to do that..." he murmured.
"I know," she replied. "But perhaps I want to." She pulled back to look at him, but his eyes strayed away, not quite meeting hers.
"It's not exactly my best feature. Certainly not something I'm proud of."
"All the more reason for me to do it, then," she said softly, laying a gentle hand over the mark. She considered for a long moment, not wanting to overstep or push too far. Then one of his hands slowly, tentatively, moved from her back to rest over her hand on his chest, and that simple action made the decision for her.
"I don't see failure when I look at this," she began. "I don't see foolishness, or even ambition, at least not for its own sake." She reached up to cup his jaw, stroking the trailing marks with her thumb as his eyes slowly met hers again. "What I see," she continued, "is the evidence of a man who reached for connection and appreciation with everything he had. Who sought love in the only way he knew how. Who wanted to be helpful, to make a grand gesture, and flew too close to the sun in doing so." She kissed his forehead, then rested her own against it. "My sweet Icarus. There is no shame in that."
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I'LL be evil i’ll take one for the team. what the actual fuck is mcr doing. its literally such a disservice to their fans to operate like this without like ANY communication... leaving people guessing and wondering for like 4 years now. and yes obviously they can do whatever they want theyre MCR but at a certain point it just feels so hollow and weird. how dare you an avid fan who's dropped >$500 on tickets directly funding their children's college tuition DARE pry or even ASK about the future of your favorite band after theyve "come back" from the break. for 4 years now. nurse please!
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People calling Halsin old when he's basically 37 in elf years and everyone over 30 just frowns and feels their knees crack as they stand up to go play bingo with the other ancient old cooks.
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