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I drew Jah’za in a swimsuit! She’d definitely go for one that’s more simple. Definitely not concerned with fashion like Dahlia lol

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It's summer timeeee and I'm suffering, but at least Ka'zalii is having a good time.

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Joined art fight!! https://artfight.net/~Zetchrr

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‘We need more loud, unashamed queers’ yes but some of you can’t even seem to handle a bisexual woman liking men.

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Kir'y, Ram and Li'is avatars for Art Fight. I also did na'vi Blurg and Dror, but still debating whether i would put them up for AF or not 😭 Too cringe! But they turned out so pretty it would be a shame to hide them...

Anyway, my Art Fight profile is here https://artfight.net/~UnaArista Not sure how active i would be this year, but hoping to make some sketches at lest!

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imo a discord server should be like a breakout room for fandom. like the place to run your wips by your besties or discuss your otp in more detail with a few people who were insane about it on your post or organise events with a handful of trusted mutuals etc etc. if it’s where ALL the fandom activity is going to happen it will inevitably foster a cliquey environment where the fandom is divided into “those in the server” and “those who aren’t”, lurking is disincentivised if not made outright impossible, people who feel uncomfortable joining in conversations and would rather interact with fandom through reblogging etc are largely excluded because there’s no repost mechanism, and the fandom itself becomes an enclosed space so new fans are limited in how much content and meta they can access without having to make the plunge into Joining The In Group, there’s limited scope for interaction between different communities within the same fandom, god it’s just an altogether dogshit stupid idea. what if we moved all fandom activity to really massive private groupchats. STUPID

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I do the opposite of gatekeeping, I’m not going to shut up until you like this thing as much as I do

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Give me more depressed phasmids

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"Hold on..."

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Ugh I LOVE giths.... They consume my brain. Could I rq Gale falling for a tall, intimidating Githyanki man. Just. Tav is a monk pirate (love a githyanki space pirate, one of my favorite DND characters to play) and how he's just stoic and kinda quiet. Gale talks, he listens.

OOoooo I love this concept I have never come across it before.. I hope I do it justice!

Gale x Gith!M!reader | In Your Orbit

Gale prided himself on eloquence. On articulating nuance with perfect cadence, weaving magic and meaning into the same breath. His words had always been tools—no, gifts. He could coax trust from frightened villagers, impress archmages, negotiate peace with wild-eyed tiefling children.

But you. You were a different story entirely. The first time you met, you said absolutely nothing. Just stood at the edge of camp like a stormcloud with shoulders, arms folded, yellow gith eyes fixed on something far beyond the mortal plane. Your long coat—frayed at the hem and lined in storm-bleached silver—was damp with sea spray despite the dry land around you.

You didn’t even glance at Gale when he offered his hand.

You nodded. Once. He might have thought you rude—except there was something else there. A stillness. The same kind he’d felt inside the weave before a spell took shape. Quiet, tightly wound power.

You were a monk, he learned later. A pirate. You’d fought your way out of a shattered spelljammer ship and landed—literally—into their absurd little merry band.

You barely spoke. But when you did, it was like watching a glacier crack.

Once, as Gale was mid-ramble about the Weave’s delicate interplay with the Shadow-Cursed lands, gesturing animatedly with a book tucked under one arm, you’d looked at him and said:

“Magic makes your eyes too bright. Like you’re starving and full at once.”

Gale blinked. Opened his mouth. Closed it. The book slipped from his fingers.

You knelt—gracefully, silently—to pick it up. Held it out with two hands like an offering. He took it without breathing. Your hands were calloused from combat, from rope, from pulling yourself up broken hulls and into shattered stars. Your touch lingered for exactly one second longer than necessary.

He did not sleep that night.

The others noticed, of course.

Karlach teased him endlessly. “So, Gale. How’s your boyfriend?” she’d grin, elbowing him with enough force to knock him into a bush.

“Not—he’s not—he’s very—taciturn,” Gale stammered. “But fascinating. And tall. Very tall.”

“Uh huh,” Karlach smirked. “Bet he could fold you in half.”

Gale turned an alarming shade of crimson and fled mid-conversation.

Even Astarion, smug and predatory, only raised one fine brow when you passed by, all sharp grace and glinting steel.

“You do pick the terrifying ones, don’t you, darling?” he mused, sipping his wine.

“He’s not terrifying,” Gale muttered, watching as you walked into the woods alone, every step controlled and fluid as a blade’s breath. “He’s... poised.”

And yes, intimidating. In the way that a stormcloud is intimidating. Or a sacred flame. Gale caught himself watching you across camp. Reading in your shadow. Preparing spells just loud enough to see if you’d glance his way. Sometimes you did. Sometimes your gaze lingered. Once you said:

“Your voice sounds like waves when you’re thinking.”

And that was it. No smile. No preamble. Just a single, devastating observation that sent Gale reeling. “I—thank you—I didn’t—do you like waves?”

You blinked at him. Then, slowly, nodded. Gale nearly set himself on fire trying to boil water after that. It wasn’t love all at once. Not with you.

It was slower. A steady rhythm like a ship rocking against a distant tide. You never touched without purpose. You never spoke without weight. But one day, sitting beside him near the fire, you looked at the stars and murmured:

“They’re loud, tonight.”

Gale tilted his head. “The stars?”

You nodded. “They hum, when it’s going to storm. You can feel it, if you stop thinking.”

He didn’t answer right away, he was caught in your orbit, in you. Didn’t try to fill the silence. He just looked at you—at the long lines of your face, gold eyes reflecting firelight, a cut across your brow from that last ridiculous ambush. You looked unshakable.

And somehow, impossibly, his.

Gale, once Archmage of Waterdeep, full of a god’s hunger and a thousand borrowed spells, smiled quietly and leaned his shoulder against yours.

“I think I’d like to learn how to stop thinking,” he said.

You didn’t smile. But your hand, rough and warm, rested against his thigh. Not possessive. Not fleeting. Just there. And that was enough.

This was super fun to write and I hope you guys enjoyed this! I am trying to get back on writing more regularly but work has been so hectic. Love you all ! xoxo - Seluney xox

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I think people should gas up their own OCs more

What's a mannerism or habit that your OC has that you just love, that is really interesting or easily overlooked, or something uniquely personal to them?

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If you hate on the githyanki in Baldurs gate I don’t trust you.

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It's summer timeeee and I'm suffering, but at least Ka'zalii is having a good time.

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It's summer timeeee and I'm suffering, but at least Ka'zalii is having a good time.

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He wants to know what you're looking at.

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Commisson of Ka'zalii for @zetchrr Also known as: I started offering rendering lmao

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