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I've been thinking about Gale’s whole "I like your musk" thing cause like I feel like most people write it off as sort of awkward flirting.

But if you think about it, he's only really ever known Mystra that intimately, and he's been locked away from the world ever since the whole orb thing

I don't think Mystra, a goddess, would ever let herself be less than perfect, I don't think she'd sweat or even have to worry about body odor, in my mind she probably just smells like something, like magic, and while that sounds nice I also think it's distant

Maybe Gale likes Tav's musk because it reminds him that they are flesh and blood, maybe it comforts him to smell their sweat, and perfume and soap, because it's everything but that perfect, placid, unchanging smell Mystra had

Maybe he likes it because it feels mortal, or human, and above all else REAL and all that he wants is to have something REAL

idk man, just a thought

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daughter.

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Every time Minthara speaks I start uncontrollably giggling

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today I learned some people get mad about making Gale fat and idk that might be it for me. the one thing I thought was beautiful about this fandom was that we all agreed Gale should be fat.

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sketches during a boring dnd session

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Before they're officially together (when they can feel the safety and stability of actually making it to Baulder's Gate) Lakrissa and Alfira find a little comfort together sitting on one of the beds at Last Light, unable to disguise growing affection and a need for comfort after Lakrissa's rescue. "Two tiefling queens" indeed.

(Tav and Karlach aren't the only ones who lace their tails together affectionately by any stretch.)

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🔎

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I think he's very brave.

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wizards doing wizard business

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sorry i just drew one of my own guys instead

one fun thing about drawing from screencaps is the lighting is often really whack

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When Gale is late for bedtime

lil tara doodle

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Didn’t ask for your help

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stolen from the Baldur's Gate Weaveposting group on Facebook

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Durge x Astarion this, Durge x Gortash that. But WHERE are my fellow Durge x Shadowheart truthers at? They are both groomed by their respective gods to be their play thing, lost their memories/identity, and are actively in an internal battle between nature vs nurture. You can go with the ultimate bhaalspawn x dark justiciar bad bitch romance route or the wholesome redemption story where the two break out of their cults through the power of love.

Like c'mon, even their names are both so extra. Shadowheart?? The Dark Urge?? Please, they're made for each other. I love my two silly amnesiacs, they are like that photo of the 90s goth couple at the club

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Still, her dreams rove sweeter corners, beyond the cruel hardwood floors of vengeance, the rooms of pain and discipline. Hers is a complex house, a house of the heart.

Aylin with the 🥺 eyes and some of the softest expressions known to mankind, a small collection of random modded and unmodded shots.

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Buck Moon - @aylinisobel-week

The White Stag is one that represents the hunt for something divine in nature, and the judgement that comes with wanting to capture such a being. In some cases, it may also represent the shackles that come with devotion and servitude.

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Jaheira + the Star

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The Star (Hope, faith, purpose, renewal, spirituality)

She paces the rooftop a time or two, kicking her boots through the ash of necromantic minions. The fervor of her wanting is an embarrassment. Though she needs to descend to help her Harpers secure the hall and ensure all the horrid little nooks and crannies of Moonrise are cleared of cultists, she drifts again towards that shattered tower and peers down. She wants to follow. Wanted to follow, and was left behind. She wants to see the thing finished with her own hand, like it should have been when she herself closed that tomb a hundred years ago, and isn't that a humiliatingly Harperish sentiment? To long for tidy bookends, a story that concludes in a rhyme.

The wind picks up. The height of summer is past, but Dame Aylin's flight pried yet more of Shar's shadowy grip away from this land, and in the breeze, Jaheira's time-honed senses can feel the turn of seasons in the air. It will be autumn before they know it, and this land can rest, and heal itself for spring.

Speaking of rhymes, bookends, metaphors, she thinks with a snort. The High Harper, in the autumn of her life. Rest, Jaheira. The thought did occur, when she got herself trapped in that inn and all her Harpers and Florrick and her Fist along with them. But looking out at the gnarled shadows, a century-long withering winter, she thinks of scrubby brushes and stubborn herbs. The grey-greens that survive the waning of the year and always return. The autumn-blooming flowers. The bear that sleeps until the spring comes-- until there is light again on the horizon.

"Hope, you silly old crow," she says-- out loud, for no one but herself to hear. "The word is hope."