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Karlach - Sun🧡 tarot card for @bg3tarotdeck I also have BlueSky now!

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I feel like I'm on death's doorstep (I'm mildly ill), which means we've got some headcanons about one (1) sick Brett incoming!

This was written with Breagan in mind, but I've used g/n language so your minds can run wild. Enjoy!

Brett hardly ever gets sick. He has literally the most perfect hygiene ever, so it's rare for him to ever feel under the weather.

That being said, when he does get sick, it's bad. He's knocked right onto his ass by anything, even just the common cold, and it almost always takes him several days to feel like himself again.

He practically lives on the couch. It's the most convenient place for him to be by far; he's got the TV, bookshelf, kitchen, and restroom all within about equal reach. As the cherry on top, he gets to stay wrapped up in the fluffy blankets all day without worrying if taking it away from the couch will be a mild inconvenience to his partner.

Brett's constantly in the hot/cold battle. Fluffy blanket be damned, it's unlikely that he'll be wearing anything other than boxers and maybe a loose-fitting t-shirt under it. However, once he gets under that fluffy blanket, more likely than not, that's where he's staying, even if sweat is actively dripping down his face.

He spends most of the day sleeping. Brett just powers off, what more is there to say?

And now, about the dynamic between Brett and his partner.

Brett tends to focus a little more on himself when he's sick. It's something his partner actually enjoys about him being ill, actually. They like seeing him stand up for himself a bit, even if it's as simple as insisting that, no, he does not want cheese on his soup.

He does his best to stay awake when his partner is home. It doesn't usually work, and he ends up dozing off mid sentence, but hey! It's the thought that counts.

He always insists on hearing about his partner's day, even if they try to convince him to go back to sleep. He's so eager to know what he missed while couch-bound that he simply can't help but press for them to talk about it.

His partner needs to drag him through hell and back to get him to get up. If he's slept the whole day, there's a good chance he simply forgot or was too tired to get himself a meal, which just doesn't fly with his partner. They always make sure to get him sitting up and at least grab him a snack of cheese, fruit, and crackers, if not a bowl of soup, and maybe bread, if he's up for it.

Brett especially loves laying with his head on his partner's lap when he's sick. One of his absolute favourite things to do is just lay there and gaze up at his partner while they gently mess with his hair and talk about anything.

His partner will (try to) carry him bridal style back to the bedroom. He's far too tired and content with where he is, which makes spending the night on the couch a wonderful idea, which he often tries to convince his partner to do as well. His partner has none of that and believes that a change in scenery might help him.

When his partner goes to change, Brett still likes to give tired compliments. On any regular day, he'd fawn over his partner for anything, and he'd always make sure to give them tender compliments whenever they were comfortable enough to show some skin, even if it was just for the sake of changing. When he's sick, the compliments are fewer and further between, but Brett replaces them with admiring looks and a few tired affirmations.

He loves to be the little spoon. On any other day, he'll claim that he loves whatever his partner wants is what he enjoys the most, but when he's sick, he'll just curl up on the bed and wait. If his partner doesn't snuggle up to him, that's great! He wasn't in the mood for cuddles anyways. But if they do, he tries to get as close to them as possible and let's put a content sigh. Bonus points if they play with his hair.

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Ah yes... One of my favorite tropes

Goddess girlboss with parental issues

And her himbo malewife with also parental issues

Just, look at them!!

Aaaaaghhhhh!! ❤️✨

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I miss them

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Sweetie, you okay? You’re trending Inside Job again.

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Karlach heard you all needed a hug, too!

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FREN'S GATE (or Baldur's Fren if you will)

I've been watching too much Vinesauce Joel recently and decided to draw the companions (and mine and my bestie's Tavs :3c) as Vargfren

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Pairing: Wife!Mel Medarda x Reader.

Word Count: Not 500 lmao (1.3k+).

A/N: Wow. I really, really can't stick with my own rules. It was so easy to go down the angst route with this prompt but, I love Mel and I wanted romance/fluff with her so, that's what I did BUT there is also an angst version of this that is very much written and completed that I may or may not post one day.

Mel exhales deeply through her nose, eyes flickering over to the open window. 

The room’s darkness is broken up by slivers of silver that slip through the sheer sway of the curtain, shadows dancing in circles around the room. 

Rolling onto her side, her arm hooks around you, dragging your sleeping body toward her- the curves and lines of your body fitting perfectly into her own, back pressed deliciously to her front as she peppers soft kisses along your arm, over the round of your shoulder and up your neck to wake you up.

“Darling,” she sings against your skin. “It’s time to wake up, we have to get ready.”

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There’s a rush of blood in your ears, your skin feeling hot and clammy despite the cool weather; body wired with tension as you near your destination.

Your heels click against the marble floor, the two of you walking side by side, back of your hands brushing against one another as you make your way to the Great Hall in silence. 

Elora walks ahead of you both, glancing over her shoulder every now and then to make sure that neither of you had made a run for it.

With good reason as well, Mel’s childhood companion knew full well how antsy the two of you could get at the beginning of Polite Society Balls. 

Especially at the annual Medarda Masquerade Ball. 

Despite being the hosts for almost eight years, neither of you could ever shake the nerves. 

Of course, your nerves were incomparable to Mel’s.

It was, after all, her family name attached to the lavish event. 

Casting a sideways glance at your wife, you’d never be able to tell she was affected.

With a straight back and her head held high, Mel glides gracefully toward the two enormous, ornate doors of the Great Hall. 

Her red and golden gown billowing out around her like flames licking up her body; your own gown perfectly matched and complimentary of hers.

To the untrained eye, she was the picture of poise and composure always but she was your wife. 

You knew her better than anyone. 

So, despite her steely elegance, you noted the way her chest rose and fell a little faster than what was her norm, the slight tremble in her hands, the way her thumb fiddled against the golden Medarda ring on her pointer finger.

Hands brushing one another again, you latch onto hers this time, fingers weaving between hers.

“I’m with you,” you whisper, squeezing her hand reassuringly and she squeezes back, her hand releasing yours to slide up your arm and rest in the crease of your elbow.

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The ornate doors open with a loud push from the guards, the two of you entering the ballroom as the clock strikes ten. 

Timing as impeccable as the woman on your arm.

There’s light applause as the two of you enter and greet the guests from all over Runeterra as you lead Mel to the octagonal shaped dance floor.

A circle of seven other couples stand posed and waiting on the two of you for the first dance of the night- The Courting of The Wolf - to signal the commencement of the two-night event. 

Turning Mel toward you, you take her hand in yours and purposefully place your other hand where the cut-out of her dress exposes her skin.

Using your new-found grip, you press her body closer to yours; feeling the way her body shivers against yours at the action.

“Hello,” you whisper, attempting to lighten the mood and it pulls a soft smile from Mel.

“Any closer and we might become one,” Mel teases but leans further into your touch. 

“You would tease me with such fantasies in front of all these people, my love?” you grin, hand sliding further into the cut of her dress and resting on her lower back.

The bold move has her eyes widening before they become soft and pliant. 

Everyone else in the room falling away as desire seats itself in the pit of her stomach and she tries to press herself even closer to you, not a single gap between your bodies- you think it's nerves.

The Great Hall comes to a halting silence- guests both on and around the dance floor awaiting the nonet. 

It's just you and me, you mouth to Mel.

“Just you and me?” Mel whispers and she’s close enough you can feel her breath against your lips.

You hum your confirmation. 

“So…” she pauses for a beat.

Eyes flickering down to your lips, her tongue darts out to wet her own and you realise it's no longer nerves but, something else.

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” 

Music fills the hall, before you can answer. 

Both of your bodies move on instinct and muscle memory.

Moving in perfect sync with each other, you glide clockwise around the dance floor with the seven other couples.

You had danced The Courting of The Wolf so many times before with Mel - it was the first dance the two of you ever danced together and your first dance at your wedding.

The dance was seared into your memory and heart along with Mel.

You could dance it perfectly in your sleep.

So, despite the distraction, you slip your hand from the cut of her dress in perfect timing and twirl her into the arms of the next dancer as someone else slides into yours. 

If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?

Her words echo in your ear as you twirl your current dancing partner from your arms and welcome the next. 

Mel can feel your eyes on her and she makes it a point of avoiding your gaze but, even in the dimmed lighting you can see the playful smirk pulling at the corner of her lips as she moves elegantly into the next person's arms.

Not bothering to look at the person in front of you, your gaze continues to follow her around the room until she’s back in your arms. 

“Miss me?” she teases, eyelashes fluttering and it takes everything for you not to drag her out of the ballroom and back into your bedroom.

So, you do the next best thing and decide to honour her request.  

Not bothering to answer, you break from the pack. 

Surprise flits briefly across her features but she doesn’t falter as the two of you continue the dance, keeping in time as you lead her to the centre of the floor. 

The departure from tradition captures everyone’s attention, the buzz of whispers spreading through the room as you remove your mask and then Mel’s. 

Gazing into her eyes, there is only love and adoration as she looks back at you because she knows what you’re about to do and usually Mel’s not one for overt displays of affection but, every now and then she wanted for nothing but your claim on her. 

So, when you brush a stray curl behind her ear and curl your hand around the back of her neck to pull her in and press your lips to hers; her arms instinctively wrap around you without a second thought.

The kiss is all consuming and it sets you both ablaze as your hearts combine to beat steadily as one; neither of you caring for the spectators.

It's on the last note of the music, that the two of you finally pull away.

Breathless and giggly, you press your foreheads together- thunderous applause ringing out around you; the two of you finally taking a moment to look at your audience.

Lips brushing against your cheek, Mel leans in, whispering only for you to hear, “Happy Anniversary, my darling.”

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guys my brain is experiencing like 47277381 different hyperfixations at once i cant handle this bro my brain is going into overdrive

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"The earth is not dying. It is being killed. And those who are killing it have names and addresses." -Utah Phillips (1935-2008) folk singer, labor organizer, trainhopper, poet, and ardent anarchist. ID in alt text.

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the male womb is just located deeper in the man. uou have to try harder

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I'm Mel and These two boy my boyfriends, we had sex last night.

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Text: Don’t act like everyone loved my father. He was assassinated. A 1967 poll reflected that he was one of the most hated men in America. Most hated. Many who quote him now and evoke him to deter justice today would likely hate, and may already hate, the authentic King.

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Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

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Yo, correct me if I am wrong please, but didn't Hitler rise to power because he promised to fix the German economy and people really liked that so they looked past everything else he was doing??? Like exactly what's happening in America right now???

So many people said they voted for Trump, put a truly evil person in power, because he said he'd fix the economy, and a little voice in my head is going, "Isn't that what happened with fucking Hitler??"

But I've seen no one point that out so maybe I'm miss remembering???????

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imagine how much of a fucking horrible person you have to be that on the first day your elected into office the crisis calls of a Suicide Prevention Project Go Up 33%. The Trevor Project Received over 1,400 Call By Early Monday Afternoon. Most of those calls, if not all, are coming from children. Children scared of you and what you will do. Imagine how much power and how horrible you have to be to do that.

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