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Pre Avernus Karlach doodle(?)

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I just want to give Zevlor the sweetest and most gentle little smooch and hug him and shower him in love and adoration because he is the most broken and beautiful man I have ever seen in my life and you cannot tell me otherwise

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companion of the week.

Astarion has negative gold stars

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Can't stop reading this in his voice

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i want to get a cameo from glen SO BAD but im stumped on what to ask him to sayyy 😩

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“i can fix him” “i can make him worse” i can imagine him in little scenarios every night as i’m falling asleep

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Underdark🍄

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I dont know what to say. I’m at a ,’ , |,’_’ for words

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Baby needs healing (💀)

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very weird (durge) bug???

girl came back to life and left my body bank??? im not sure if this has happened to anyone else lmao

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im about to finish my tactician run, im gonna miss my tav 😭 heres her and karlach <3

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SO CLOSE to finishing the game on tactician........ and by close i mean theres only raphael, orin, and gortash to fight 😭 and then the Final fights..... im not looking forward to how difficult its gonna be </3

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The air in the underground chamber is cool, the stone table cold against your bottom, but Zevlor burns with the heat of his infernal heritage. You feel the radiance of him against your bare arm, your linen clad thigh, as he sits, not quite touching you. He draws a shaky breath as he lifts his hand, hesitates, and then draws one knuckle slowly down the soft exposed skin of your arm. His hand splays, long fingers covering your own hand where it rests on your leg. There is a hint of hopeful inquiry in his eyes, his body shifting closer, his hot flesh burning against you as he inclines his head incrementally toward you. His hard body thrums with tension, breath hitching, broad shoulders shifting. A forked tongue darts out and moistens those soft lips, the resulting sheen causing your thighs to flex in response. There is an answering squeeze from the large hand, curved claws barely indenting your skin. He rests there, breathing you in, eyes fluttering closed. He will wait for you to answer his invitation, deny his instinct until he is certain that your desire mirrors his own. You wait, letting the moment hang, breath mingling, enjoying the suspense for a few more fraught seconds before you let your eyes drift closed and, ever so slowly, lean toward him...

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Baldur’s Gate 3: But Make it Cats🐱