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Halsin Silverbough

The archdruid is impressed with Tav's bedroom prowess :)

My PS5 photo edited shot.

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Just roommates 👀?

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I live here rent free ty

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sweet like honey 🍯✨

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First bg3 run was a co-op with two close buddies. They locked into their romances fast while I huffed about not really vibing with anyone. Friend who knows me too well and who had played before said “just hold on, I’ve got someone I think you’re gonna like.”

Anyway heres an unfinished sketch of Halsin keeping warm while he enjoys a nice book about medicinal plants.

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Predators (2/2)

Characters: Halsin/OFC Rating: M Warnings: Attempted rape/noncon Words: 3330 Halsin knew so little it often shocked her.

She recognized, when she took him on, that he was unfledged. But his ignorance was vast and hungry.

Gods knew the boy had appetites. For knowledge, for every last scrap of food. For her body. She was not flattered: she knew she could be just about anyone, man or woman, elf or human–even a dwarf, he was indiscriminate.

Most of all, he was hungry for connection. She did not ask what had become of his people but trusted he would tell her in his own time.

He was not shy of speaking. Nor of asking, endlessly, about all subjects. What is the name of that bird, why is it called so, does it remain in the forest through winter or seek warmer climes? Why?

In desperation, she wrote to her Circle and a month later a moose trotted into the clearing laden with bulging packs of scrolls and a few codexes.

Provender for your mind, she explained. Halsin was dubious at first but his natural curiosity got the better of him and now he spent most afternoons curled up in the branches of a downy birch reading scroll after scroll, as insatiable a reader as he was a lover.

Keep reading

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love me a good bear 🐻

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i am not immune to the hallmark movie trope of trying to woo the single workaholic parent by being good with kids 🥺

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the fluffiest druid

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Boifrans

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Uhh…have some insomnia sketches

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Oops all halsin/zevlor

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Some sketching… If halsin growls he has to purr right 🤔

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Hmm mlm moments

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Imagine that more than anything, you enjoyed, IDK, playing hockey. All you wanted in the world was to be a hockey player.

Now imagine that one day, while traveling with your team, you were in a horrific bus crash. And you jumped into action to save as many of your teammates as you could. You were exhausted but ready to go back to playing in a few days.

Then imagine you got told you actually couldn't. People were so impressed by your first aid skills that you are being made a medic, permanently. And you protest that you don't want to be a medic, but they don't care. They also don't train you in any way to be a medic, you have to learn on the fly, and they don't give you counseling for the trauma of seeing your teammates die either. You've lost the people you care for, you're traumatized, the thing you love most has been taken from you, and you've been forced into a new job you hate with no training and no support, with said job being emotionally draining and often thankless.

Then you get an opportunity to quit being a medic, after years of being forced to be one. You find a willing medic to come take over your ambulance and sprint away at full speed. This isn't playing hockey, it's just ice skating in general, but by that point you're desperate never to be a medic, ever again. You might with time be willing in different circumstances, maybe like training some new medics, but for now you don't want to even think about it.

Then imagine everyone calls you an incompetent buffoon because you were a terrible medic for abandoning your post and because the ambulance corps had fallen apart in between you quitting and you finding a replacement. They repeat over and over again that you being a shitty medic means you're also probably a terrible person and incompetent at everything else you do. That shitty job you were drafted in to with no training, after a terrible trauma, that was never anything but a reminder of the worst day of your life and of how desperately you wished you could be doing literally anything else.

Anyway, that's why I can never take anyone seriously who complains that Halsin was a bad leader at the Grove.