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never has the knight x princess dynamic been more real in my head than for knight!karlach x princess!reader like IT JUST WORKS SO WELL bc what if your mother is the one that cursed her with her infernal engine, so she spends the first half of her service hating her and hating you by proxy, but then when she gets injured and the queen gets tired of betting on karlach for the fighting rings, she "retires" her to be your guard, and karlach thinks it's just about the worst thing ever till she meets you and realizes that you're nothing like your mother -- you're fiery, sure (so is she), but you're feiry in the different way, a sweeter way, one that works slow and sweet as poison but is no less potent than a kick to the teeth, at the end of the day.

and she's finds herself laughing at your offhand remarks, your little jokes, looking forward to the twinkle in your eye (she fancies that you've got them saved just for her; and most the times, shes right), that is till the queen summons her back to the gladiator pits and she realizes that she's loathe to go bc she's gotten used to the quiet of your room, your soft, slightly off-tune humming, helping you sneak out at night to show you the nicer bars in town (she's promised to take you to a /real/ brawlers bar... eventually), gotten used to the way you insist on decorating her horns, even the broken one, with little bits and bobs from your lavish vanity, drawing laughter from her like crisp water from a freshly dug well.

"don't go."

"princess... you know i've gotta --"

"you don't got to do anything unless i want you to."

karlach lets out a soft laugh, shifting on the edge of your bed, glancing up at the shape of you sat at your vanity, your hair a stream of dark down your spine.

"you know that's not how the queen will see it."

"the queen assigned you to me."

"and so she can unassign me to you, sweetheart."

"what if you go as my champion instead of hers?"

karlach's head jerks up. she meets your eyes from across the room, sees the fire flickering in her chest reflected in the heat of your gaze. her breath tastes like singe and smoke and the dull, throbbing tantalus of want.

you bite your lips, eyes flickering away for a single second before they snap back to meet her's again, determined and bright.

"you heard me. you'll fight on my behalf this time. against a champion of my mother's choice. and if you win --"

karlach swallows; strange that a lifetime of living with this infernal flame in her chest and somehow it's never managed to scorch her dry like this, like you --

"and if i win...?" her voice cracks with barely tempered hope.

you flash her a sharp grin, thin as the schimitar moon.

"you'll be mine." you say the word like biting into a summer plum, the juices slicking down your chin. karlach feels like her chest might've burned hollow in the span of a single word -- mine.

"yours," she echoes. and she's not certain if either of you are still talking about the gladiator ring or something much, much more seductive. she doesn't make to clarify, and neither do you.

you only turn back to the mirror and grab for your silver-handled brush. karlach runs a hand through her own hair and tugs on the ends.

"best get a good night's sleep then, soldier," you say, and there's the spider's bite of a tease to the edge of your voice that makes her shiver. she looks up again only to find you watching her from the reflection of your magnificent mirror, the spark in your eyes so bright it almost burns --

"tomorrow's fight isn't one i'll stand you to lose."

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cheers to this gang of dysfunctional nerds, my life wouldn't be the same without them

the tadfools + text posts (part 2)

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silly lil guys! dont let go...

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Helll yeah, writing stuff- motivation- I wrote a thing wooooooo Now to write more things- If only my family wasn't gonna be in town taking my attention away from writing shit

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pov: long resting on only alcohol

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Me thinking that I'm funny was probably the first problem

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Just.. be prepared for more bg3 art :,)

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Unfinished Karlach piece. Art block is kicking my ass rn

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Karlach

With a pencil and a 15 year-old eraser.

This is the second Karlach I've drawn. Surprisingly she's closing more towards realism than semi-realism. And since I am happy with it I am sharing it ♡ Hope you like her as well.

I am actually playing a new BG3 playthrough rn and finally getting around to romance her. So this can be dedicated to that as well.

Edit:

Adding a photo from the game that I took which fits well here. ♡

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This took a while!

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Karlach

chat look at my wife

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Should I write?

Yes ✅️

Do I have stuff to write?

Also yes ✅️

Does sitting at my PC shut my brain off and monkey brain go brrr?

Very much so ✅️

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I don't like to focus on the real world, but it is important every once in awhile that one does so.

I remember thinking this when I was on a debate team in high school. That there are clearly right and wrong choices, so the judge should just pick the right choice. But thats NOT what you are arguing.

That's NOT what you are trying to do.

The whole goal of debate, and of trials- civil and criminal, is to look at protections and legality that are CURRENTLY in place. Then find supporting evidence and proof to show why the law DOES or DOESN'T apply.

This was something that became very clear to me when my junior year, a girl tried to skip class because she was assaulted- instead of just believing her and taking her away. I believed her and then took her to a counselor where I MADE her own up to the same bullshit story she fed me.

You know what happened?

In a separate interview, she tried to throw me under the bus, and have me take the fall for her making a FALSE POLICE REPORT. (She also changed her story four times, the last one being that I told her to say all of this. The officer working on it interviewed me and everything. Super nice dude, very understanding of a seventeen-year-old sobbing in his office cause she was trying to do the right thing, while her mom was next to her telling her to stop hanging out with shitty people)

Had they just believed her that dude WHO DIDN'T TOUCH HER, or me for trying to ensure that SHE GOT HEARD would be in prison/jail/fined/etc.

You know the biggest reason WHY? We weren't even charged because she as the "prosecution" has the burden of evidence to prove that these things happened to her, and that a crime had been committed. But there WAS no evidence of it ever happening.

To top things off, I would've had plenty of evidence of never talking to this girl (she was a friend of a friend who had been invited off campus for lunch).

The people you should be mad at, at the end of the day because if they're doing their jobs correctly, so those who are ACTUALLY guilty get the punishment they deserve, are prosecutors.

They have the burden of evidence, they have to argue for why the sentence needs to be higher and provide reasoning behind that. A defender is just there to ensure that YOU are being protected from unjust or undue harm coming from the opposing side. Not even just corrupt.

Then of course there's always something to say about sentencing requirements and how they are systematically broken- but that's neither the prosecutors or the defenders fault its ridiculously hard to try to get those changed.

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It all comes down to this. End of the day, if you are on the other side of the aisle for a false conviction- you better hope to whatever you put your trust, in facts or faith, that the public defender knows how to protect you or that the prosecutor is incompetent.

Anti public defender sentiment NOW of all times has GOT to be a psyop and I’m not being hyperbolic

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I think Shadowheart and Lae'zel wear this face best😂