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hi. yeah,another d0n0 post from me. my hrt is running low and i need money for for everyday food too. on top of all that,i have things to pay off.

i've deleted my old d0n0 posts and keeping this one up for idk how long as me and my family's financial situation isn't the greatest.

even $5 helps. usd to idr is insanely inflated.

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re: wyll's lack of a sex scene

"its nice that theres an ace option" there isnt. you still have sex, larian just fades to black after 3 seconds of fully-clothed kissing. if you dont want your character to fuck, you can say no. if you dont want to say no but for some reason still dont want to see anything, the game has a nudity censor option

"he was just lowest priority because, out of all the romanceable companions, he puts the lowest priority on sex" lower priority than haarlep? than the drow twins? emperor? the woman who owns his soul gets full-frontal but his own scene cuts to black before he even takes his shirt off. larian puts in the content they think players would enjoy, and seemingly just saw the option to fuck wyll as unimportant to players

"it just wouldnt mesh with his character, hes too romantic" okay but he literally does fuck offscreen in his romance route, so it would in fact be in character for him. also sex isnt inherently impure. this is a less sex-positive take than the generally accepted one in the mormon church (i would know, im exmo). have you never heard the euphemisms "making love" and "intimacy" before? this is a weird take and youre weird for having it

do i, as a lesbian, personally want to see his cock and balls? no. do i think it Says Something when larian just assumes that no one wants horny wyll content in a famously horny game? yes

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I love Astarion as much as the next person, but Larian NEEDS to dedicate time to fleshing out Wyll. Black characters are so often excluded from fantasy (for racist reasons), and the disparity between Wyll and Every Single Other Companion is horrendous. He needs more personal quest, more scenes (romance and otherwise), more lines, more TIME. He is the fucking Blade of Frontiers! People KNOW him! HE'S THE SON OF THE FUCKING DUKE. If anyone should know and have a ton of connections in Baldur’s Gate, it's him! Come on Larian, your treatment of Wyll is nauseating and inexcusable

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re: lack of wyll content in the latest update - others have said it better but a detail i want to highlight is that Larian’s tendency toward fanservice & their “curious” neglect of the only Black companion are absolutely connected. we know a ton of people who play this game are operating on internalized racist preferences, consciously or not. i’m sure there are people at Larian who would love to write and make more content for Wyll, but bc their internal stats show he’s the least utilized, has less fan content etc, they are told to prioritize Astarion or Halsin or fucking Gortash instead. it is absolutely an established pattern for fandoms to neglect Black characters for no reason and Wyll is no exception. but because Larian defines itself by being “responsive to the fans” (read: the most vocal and online ones), they get away with it, it’s even good business strategy for them to ignore Wyll.

this is one of the consequences of letting fan response shape the story you tell - it loses integrity and yes, neglecting Wyll undermines the game thematically and narratively. you let unexamined racist tendencies in broader culture dictate your product but no, Larian is the good guy because they Listen to Fans (when it is easy and convenient). it’s yet another case of a game developer chasing the bottom line in the easiest way possible and frankly, it’s lame as hell

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Headcanons of Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and Astarion with shy s/o?

Having a Shy S/O

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Wyll

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!!

Astarion

Not only are you filling his stomach, but you're filling his ego. He revels anytime he notices how flustered you get with his flirting. Even when he toned it down a touch to be softer for you, noticing the nervousness and how you seem bashful makes him smirk a tad.

He wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable with his affections, he'd never do that to you. But he does enjoy when he illicits such reaction from you. Finds it almost as delicious as your blood.

Thinks that most people are below him so he isn't really one to step up and talk to others on your behalf. But if he notices you starting to be a bit overwhelmed due to your shyness then he'll sigh and tell the other person to make their point and piss off.

Gale

He has to remind himself about your shyness now and then just because he's such an open and friendly guy. The first time you met (after he was saved from almost certain death) he reached over to shake your hand without thinking twice. So he apologizes for any unnecessary flustering he causes you.

Can't help but admire how sweet you look when you are flustered and bashful. Wants to shower you in affection, but holds back just so it doesn't overwhelm you.

Will gladly step up and do any and all talking if you're too shy to deal with people. Of course, he ends up rambling a bit and you might need to tug on his sleeve or something (if you're lucky, the other person might just walk away, although it'll make Gale grumble a bit).

Halsin

There's a barely noticeable smirk on his face when he sees how easily flustered he can make you. Doesn't do it on purpose, he just flirts with you naturally and a chuckled apology falls from his lips when he sees you getting flustered from his words.

Halsin is a big guy so he doesn't mind stepping in front of you in case you want to hide due to other people's presence. He's fine with taking the lead. He finds it very adorable if you do hide behind him.

If you'd like, he could become an emotional support bear for you now and then if you do start feeling a tad overwhelmed. Might have to settle for being a cat depending on the location (but he doesn't stop purring for you so hopefully that helps fuel your confidence a bit).

Wyll

Oh he finds your shyness to be quite adorable. He won't tease you about it though as he can be shy with his own affections at times.

He'll move at your pace, not wanting to overwhelm or scare you. Light kisses to the top of your head, briefly touching your hand with his. Just something simple and gentle to let you know that he loves you, but nothing that'll make you too flustered (even though he would find that precious).

But Wyll is happy to step in and speak on your behalf if you trust him to do so. He understands being overwhelmed by so much attention. And while he might still have some self consciousness with his new appearance, he'll still gladly step in for your comfort.

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Headcanons of Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and Astarion have a crush on an oblivious reader?

Having a Crush on an Oblivious Reader

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Wyll

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Here you go!

Astarion

He takes your obliviousness as a personal slight on his part. He's an incredibly attractive vampire. And he may or may not have a crush on you (he does, he won't outright admit it though). How are you not picking up on his flirtations?

Seriously, he's so blunt so often. The amount of times he has just casually dropped the word "sex" to your face only for you to not get what he means (and honestly, he is a bit thankful that you've said 'no' as often as you've had).

Astarion ends up called out by others at camp for being pouty or brooding and he huffs and gives a snarky response. But he is pouty because he actually likes you. He has a crush on you, and he hasn't had a crush on anyone that wasn't forced until you came along. And the fact that you're just not seeing that he has genuine feelings hurts.

Gale

Noticing your obliviousness puts him in a bit of a predicament. His flirtations is really him constantly giving compliments and praises. Might show you some really fancy magic. Because he believes that's good enough flirting but you think he's just being overly friendly.

Your obliviousness doesn't deter him, but it does cause some amusement. Perhaps he's a masochist with the romances he tries to pursue.

Considering the fact that he could blow up at any given moment, Gale might just tell you his feelings up front. Or he might stay silent and just ponder of what could've been. It's really a coin toss. And until that metaphorical coin is tossed, he'll continue being "overly friendly" and hope you realize the softness in his eyes whenever they gaze upon your figure.

Halsin

Can't help but find your obliviousness endearing. He never considered himself a subtle person with his flirtations and yet you still haven't realized that he is hitting on you.

Halsin has lived a long time so he does have good patience. He doesn't want to be too blunt in case it scares you away. Hopefully one day you'll realize the fire you've set in his heart.

Until then, he'll just continue talking to you and flirting like he usually does. The amusement he feels only grows the more you look confused at his words. He promises that he's not laughing at you when he chuckles at your innocent obliviousness.

Wyll

He understood your obliviousness when he was trying to be subtle with his flirting to not pressure or scare you away. And then he realized that maybe he shouldn't be as subtle.

But no matter how many bouquets he's gotten you, how many times he's offered you a moonlit dance, you still don't pick up on the fact that he's trying desperately to court you.

It's as endearing as it it frustrating. And eventually he does tell you his feelings straight up. Hopefully you piece together everything as he talks. He has given you many gifts, had many solitary moments with you, and he hopes that while he speaks his true feelings for you, it lets you know that he has really been trying.

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Remember

Halsin x gn!Reader

A/N: thank you for the request @sabersandsnipers! I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy! See the request here.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: kissing, love confessions, miscommunication, drunk reader, drunk confessions, morning hangovers/blurry memory, Halsin being a gentleman 🥰

The campfire burns brightly in the night, heating your already heated cheeks.

You all finally came across some good wine, pilfered from a wine cellar in a small abandoned town. Astarion practically melted as he read the labels. Practically glaring at you when you asked him what was so special.

“These are vintage darling. Practically liquid gold compared to the piss we’ve been drinking.”

Your other companions had happily helped tote crates of the stuff back to camp then, excited to finally indulge in the best, for once.

And it is the best. The best you’ve ever had for sure. At least in recent memory.

The wine is rich and decadent, passing your lips without that unpleasant burn the cheap stuff gives. It’s sweet and slides down easily - maybe a little too easily.

It turns your brain to figurative mush, your limbs starting to feel heavy despite the uncontrollable giggles slipping past your lips as Karlach acts out another one of her battle stories.

Your inhibitions have started to slip, especially those tied to your tongue. Because along with your giggles you’re unable to stop your flirtatious rambling to the druid sitting beside you at the fire. He is also taking part in the festivities, albeit more cautiously, only having had a single glass to your…

Well…you don’t know how many.

Another giggle slips past your lips as you lean into the man at your side, watching as Karlach flops down onto the ground in a reenactment of her downing an enemy. Wyll goes to help her up but is also unsteady on his feet and soon joins her in the dirt, both of them howling in laughter.

Halsin lets out a laugh of his own at their antics and you can’t stop the smile that tugs at your numb lips.

“I like your laugh,” you say, turning to look up at Halsin.

The man is taller than you even sitting down, so when he looks down to you, pieces of his hair fall forward into his face.

“My laugh?” He asks, a smile splitting his lips as he most likely finds enjoyment in your inebriated state.

You nod, leaning forward once more to rest your forehead against his chest, abandoning your goblet in favor of wrapping the man in a weak embrace.

“I just like you,” your words are slurred as you slump more into the larger man’s embrace. “And you smell good.”

Halsins chest rumbles with laughter beneath your cheek and it just further adds to the buzzing beneath your skin, even more so when you feel his hands grasp your arms gently.

Yet another thing you notice about him. His hands are calloused, roughened with years of using a weapon and tending the land and communing with nature. But he’s so…gentle. His smile, his words, his laugh, his entire being just screams safety.

It’s what draws you to him no matter how much you try to stay away. Which isn’t very much considering he has slowly started to reciprocate your attraction.

At least…you hope.

“I think it’s high time for you to get some rest,” Halsin says, moving to stand from his seat and guide you to do the same.

“What?” You ask, the world spinning slightly as you get to your feet. “But I’m having fun!”

The words are slurred as Halsin slips an arm around around your waist to steady you, slowly leading you away from the fire. You don’t miss the various whistles and hoots from your other companions as he does so.

Halsin smiles, not that you see it as you focus on putting one foot in front of the other as he leads you.

“I know you were, but it will be an ill-fated day tomorrow if you continue to drink.”

Despite your drunken state you recognize the wisdom in his words.

“You’re probably right, but -“ you pause as you struggle to take in your surroundings before you realize you’re being led away from your tent.

“Wait, my tent is that way,” you emphasize by pointing a staggering finger in the vague direction of your tent, a movement that causes your feet to twist up beneath you.

You would have fallen if it weren’t for the druid at your side stopping to catch you before opting to lift you into his arms instead.

“I know where your tent is located, but my tent is far closer.”

You hum in response, your head lolling backwards, eyes meeting the stars above you.

“I can walk, you know.”

Halsin laughs at this, shifting to support your head as he draws closer to his tent. “Your earlier attempts would disprove that statement.”

You pout your lip at him as he finally ducks into his tent. “You’re mean,” you say plainly.

“I apologize, little one.”

His words hold little apology but you don’t point it out as he finally lowers you to your feet, helping as you try to steady yourself. Only when he pulls away do you finally look up at him, and you take the moment of silence to take in the man before you.

He’s still smiling down at you, all while watching to make sure you keep your feet. His brows furrow slightly with every uneasy shift of your body, his hands tightening where they rest on your hips.

Without thinking you reach up, placing uncoordinated fingers against the scars that run over his brow. He stills at this, eyes widening for a moment before fluttering closed as you trail your fingers down. Your hand cups his cheek now, thumb running over where the scar ends just below his lips.

Lips you want nothing more than to kiss right now.

His eyes open then, as if sensing your questioning stare. You’ve both drifted closer to one another during this silent moment, your chests brushing together as you look up at him.

“Halsin?”

“Yes, my heart?”

Your breath stutters in your chest at the new nickname, and you can smell the faint scent of wine on his breath as he speaks.

“Can I kiss you?”

The words fall into silence, and you can practically feel the tension in the air dissipate as Halsin’s eyes close tightly, a sigh falling from his lips as he steps away from you slightly.

Your drunken mind moves before he speaks, making you stumble over your words.

“Oh that’s - I understand. I shouldn’t have asked, that was - I’m sorry I-“

Before you can ramble any further, Halsin has your face cradled in his hands, green eyes capturing your own.

“You misunderstand,” he tells you, thumbs brushing your cheek bones lightly. “I have wanted to kiss you, to touch you for longer than you can imagine,” he admits, eyes softening. “But I do not wish for our first kiss, our first coming together to be in the midst of a wine induced haze.”

He smiles.

“I want you to remember this, and I’m afraid in this state, you may wake tomorrow with no memory of tonight.” He moves to push a stray piece of hair from your face as one hand settles at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I do not want to lose a moment with you.”

His words ease the anxiety roiling in your belly, and you find it in you to nod. The sentiment increases the heat in your cheeks once again.

Halsin smiles at your ascent, and gently leads you to bed. His bed roll is set up on top of a pile of furs which cradle your body perfectly where you all but flop onto it. Your earlier statement of not being tired is quickly erased as your eyelids begin to shut, sleep tugging at your mind as you settle into the soft bed.

The last thing you remember before slumber takes you is the feeling of warm hands trailing your arms before something soft covers you and one brief thought.

He feels the same.

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A pounding headache is what eventually wakes you from your slumber. Your mouth is dry, tongue laying thick in your mouth as you try and fail to swallow and wet your mouth. Your eyelids feel filled with sand as you peel them open, only to be met with darkness. The only light is from the sun seeping into the tent in thin slivers from the slightly parted tent flap.

You notice multiple things at once. First being that you’re not in your tent, but in Halsins. The second being the smattering of blurry memories from last night.

Oh Gods…I basically threw myself at him!

You remember that vaguely, asking to kiss him, and then the rest is…foggy. You remember him turning you down and then not much else afterwards.

Pushing yourself up on shaky arms you try to take in your surroundings, letting out a small sigh when you see Halsin isn’t in the tent with you. You can avoid embarrassment just a little longer, at least.

You quickly grab your shoes that you see at the end of the bedroll and after making sure the coast is clear you make your way across camp in the early morning light to your own tent.

The next few hours pass in a blur if periodic sleep and the eventuality of the camp stirring to life around you. A rude reminder that you can’t avoid a certain druid forever.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Karlach's voice pierces the air as she pokes her head into your tent. “Can you take firewood duty? We’re running low.”

You nod quickly. You might not be able to avoid the inevitable but…maybe a little longer.

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The woods are quiet, this time of day, morning starting to give way to midday as you wander through the trees, gathering suitable logs for camp.

However, the tranquility of nature gives your mind time to wander back to last night, desperately trying to force memories to light. But no matter how hard you try, nothing new comes to light. Just you embarrassing yourself in front of the man who’s captured your affections.

You sigh, before gasping as the toe of your boot catches on an exposed root, your thoughts distracting you from your surroundings. The wood in your arms teeters precariously and just about falls to the forest floor before you feel two strong hands steady you.

“You look as if you could use some help,” a familiar voice says, and your stomach flips as Halsin comes to stand in front of you, smiling down at you. “Here.”

He reaches out to take the wood from you before you can protest, the pile that nearly filled your arms looking tiny against his larger frame.

You want to become defensive, but stop yourself before you can snap. Your anger is misdirected to him when you’re really upset with yourself.

You give the man a small smile. “Thank you,” you say before gesturing back towards camp. “I think that should be enough for now, we can head back.”

Halsin just nods before moving in step beside you as you both make the short trek back to camp. Neither of you speak at first - you too anxious to bring anything up and Halsin is probably too polite to do the same.

At least you thought.

“You were gone from my tent when I arrive back from a hunt this morning,” he says simply. An observation. Yet it feels like an accusation, or at least a question. But you almost feel like you can hear…disappointment in his words. Hurt.

You don’t look at him, embarrassment blooming in your chest again. You shrug. “I just…figured I’d save us both the awkward embarrassment.”

You’re at the edge of camp now, and you stop next to the dwindling wood pile and start unloading pieces from Halsin arms onto the ground.

“I’m sorry about last night,” you finally say, avoiding his gaze still. “I shouldn’t have drank so much and I definitely shouldn’t have put you on the spot and I just thought that if I left this morning it would save you from having to turn me down again and-“

The last piece of wood falls from your hands as you fumble over your words, but a steadying hand quickly reaches out to grab your own before you can move to pick it up again.

Finally, you turn to look at Halsin, and you’re taken aback to see…amusement twinkling In his eyes, his lips tugging up into a small grin.

“So you do not remember last night?” He asks, head tilting to the side slightly.

You shake your head, frowning. “I mean I don’t - I remember some of it. I remember asking to - to kiss you…” you cringe slightly at the hazy memory. “And then I remember you pulling away and-“

Before you can ramble any further, callused hands cup your cheeks and soft lips capture your own.

A memory comes to you then, as if Halsins touch alone makes it resurface. You remember what you thought was his rejection, then his confession, then his kind words after.

“I want you to remember this.”

He didn’t reject you. He returns your affections, and has for some time now it seems.

You finally kiss him back, your hands falling to his waist and gripping the fabric of his shirt in your hands. He pulls you closer then, lips moving against yours in a way that screams desperation. He’s been holding back for so long, and so have you.

But not anymore.

Yet he pulls away all too soon, leaving you breathless and wide eyed as you look up at him, still gripping onto him as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear if he steps away.

“I don’t think I could have forgotten a kiss like that,” you say, voice soft.

Halsin laughs, a quiet chuckle as his thumb runs soothingly over your cheekbone.

“I will not forget this moment either,” he assures. “But I did not want to risk losing it to the haze of last evening. These things are better enjoyed with a clear mind.”

You can’t help but laugh, despite the seriousness of his words. “You’re not wrong in that,” you say, reaching up to trace gentle fingers over the scars on his brow.

Another memory flickers to mind and you smile as you watch Halsins eyes flutter closed, just like they did last night.

“Halsin,” his name is a whisper on your lips.

He smiles, eyes blinking open once more. “Yes, my heart?”

Gods that nickname.

“Can I kiss you?”

He pulls you closer, nose brushing your own. “You never have to ask, little one. My heart is yours.”

And then his lips are on yours again, and you're silently glad he made you wait. Because he was right.

You don’t want to lose a moment with him, either.

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their ship name might as well be theseus the way there's not a single original characteristic left there

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Joe Biden makes a speech saying Hamas are driven by the ancient desire to eliminate Jews. Hamas was created in 1987, Joe. Ain’t nothing ancient about them. So unless you are implying that Palestinians are driven by the ancient desire to wipe out Jews which is KKK cross burning level of racism, you might want to tone down the racist bullhorn that you are mistaken for a dog whistle.

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hey reminder to continue boycotting eurovision and instead turn your eyes on gaza where the last media outlet al jazeera has just been shut down so that Israel can launch its attack on the most densely populated area in the world without scrutiny. Dont stop talking about Palestine

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in hindsight, it makes a lot of sense that macklemore would happily release a free palestine song that is AS balls-out anticapitalist and antiimperialist as it is, considering in 2011 he won a grammy with a song all about being poor and spending your money wisely while still being cool and looking fresh, bemoaning blind consumption.

it was a small domino to start with, sure, but the trail is there.

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there is something wrong with me but together there could be something wrong with us <3

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Rapper Macklemore posts on Instagram a song in support of Palestine called “HIND’S HALL” that will be on streaming platforms soon and all proceeds will go to UNRWA

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i just did a shot today (8 may). i have about 3-4 shots left before my hrt runs out. please help.

$3/$50 (last received: 8th may)

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hi. yeah,another d0n0 post from me. my hrt is running low and i need money for for everyday food too. on top of all that,i have things to pay off.

i've deleted my old d0n0 posts and keeping this one up for idk how long as me and my family's financial situation isn't the greatest.

even $5 helps. usd to idr is insanely inflated.

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