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I have this unwavering headcanon that after Caleb dies, he's hanging out in the afterlife and watching over Essek and while he knows that Essek isn't a big Relationship Person, he is excited to see what kind of person Essek falls in love with next, you know? He's not the jealous type, and being a bi maelstrom and knowing Essek he's SURE he'll like anyone who Essek likes--

And then Essek gets together with like. A boring accountant guy. Let's call him Kevin. And Kevin's NICE don't get me wrong, he loves Essek very much and he's reasonably intelligent and Essek seems to like him a lot. But he's SO normal and Caleb Widogast is just. Too chaotic to Get the appeal. Thus sending him into a post-death existential crisis.

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so i rewatched campaign 2 and i fell in love with these two so i had to draw them.

Molly deserved to see Fjord with long hair and a beard (i forgot to add Molly’s scars butnplease pretends that they are there <3 )

pose is by GoldenTar on deviantart

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(a speculation fic for what could happen in a future ep, whenever they get to aeor)

They're in Aeor. It's cold and barren, everything around him frozen in time, lost history. It should be exciting, but with the looming threat he knows is coming, he can't enjoy it.   

The pursuit of Ludinus comes to a stop as the time for rest appears. As Chetney and Ashton are snuggled up in a corner, and Imogen and Laudna are wrapped up in another, Essek taking another corner for himself, Orym finds he is nestled between Fearne and Dorian.   

Or at least he was.

Dorian had snuck away a minute ago, and Orym has been alert ever since. Rather, extra alert than before.  

Once he's sure Fearne isn't going to wake up, he follows Dorian to his isolation. 

“Dor? Is everything okay?”   

“Is everything okay. No, it isn't, Orym.” Dorian shakes his head solemnly.   

Orym looks around. “I know. I'm sorry.”  

“I just.. I needed to leave for a second.”    

The air is a bit stale these days. Ever since Laudna's attack on him, Dorian has been on edge. While they've talked things out, it's still clear Laudna is in a vulnerable position. Not only that, but she might be a danger to them all. And still, their mission continues.    

“I'll be here. Don't worry.”

Dorian is quiet again. Orym wants to shuffle closer, but he stands near frozen to his spot. He watches Dorian carefully. His hands are shaking.     

Dorian exhales, and it's a pretty unsteady one. He turns, facing Orym. “My brother is dead.” 

“Yeah. He is.”

“And he's not coming back.” 

“The Tempest tried, I'm really sorry. He did not deserve that ending. You don't deserve to lose him so soon.”

“When I first ventured out from home, I was naive. I didn't think the world would change me.”

“But it did.”

“It did. Now my brother is gone.”

He can tell Dorian wants to really let go. 

“Dorian, if you need, I can be your shoulder to cry on.”

Dorian smiles grimly. “I don't even want to cry anymore. I'm still so angry about it all.”

Orym, without thinking, offers both his hands up to Dorian. Dorian takes them, blinking down at him. 

“Whatever you need to do, I will be right here.” 

Dorian loses to gravity and crumples to his knees, his head hanging. Orym holds onto his hands, squeezing to reassure. 

He expected sobs, maybe even screams. 

It's nothing like it. It's silent. His body shakes almost violently, but the only thing he hears is his own breathing. Dorian's is gone, and though it shouldn't unnerve him, it does. 

rest is on ao3!

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"Indeed, I see the inspiration for this chamber is... strongly worn on your sleeve."

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Essek! I miss him terribly. I know it's a ways away, but I will not survive his appearance in the M9 show.

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Seeing people be like, "Why is Orym sleeping with his swords on his back?"

And I'm just like, "literally the night before he had to get up in an instant to go rescue Fearne, and you're surprised he sleeps with his weapons on him?"

(Also, he’s canonically a side sleeper. He always sleeps curled up, so unless he curls up like a dead cockroach, he's not lying on top of the sheaths on his back. 😂)

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Wasteland, baby I'm in love I'm in love with you

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Bell's Hells: [Dramatically self-destructing as Delilah asserts more and more influence over Laudna]

Essek, one room over: "No, you hang up first~"

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As time went on Essek looked more and more forward to his meetings with Caleb. As it was he could only drop his disguises in very rural west and south areas and with the Nein and the whole thing got more exhausting all the time. Plus, Caleb was making such quick progress with his studies, chatting only got more interesting with each visit.

He was also pretty sure it was normal to miss one’s partner, but such romantic thoughts flustered him too much to think on so early in the afternoon. That train of thought was for once Caleb and him have gone through a whole bottle of wine.

“Professor Widogast?” Knocking on the door with his most neutral accent. He was Halsunn Deeproot today, a forest elf who did magical research. One of his partner’s favorite aliases.

“Ah, come in, Deeproot!”

And so he went in, senses immediately assaulted by the smell of cooking meats and veggies. Ah, so they were eating in tonight. Appreciated, since their latest separation had been especially long. The drow dropped his disguise as he drifted into the kitchen to the grin on of ridiculous human partner.

“Awh, putting Halsunn away already? But he’s such a looker.”

“Don’t tease me, young man, I’m of no mood for it.” He complained with no malice as he finally reached his destination and got to give Caleb a peck on the lips, getting a quick glance at whatever he was cooking before it was covered with a lid. “That looks… different.”

Caleb and Essek were not cooks, but they had been gradually improving now that they had to fend for themselves as full adults. That said, the list of things either of them could cook consistently good was short. Both could do the easiest of soups and some stews, Caleb knew how to do basics roasts and sides and he knew some very simple baking. This didn’t stop either of them from trying something more complex, wizard hubris and all. Whatever his ginger had in that deep pan wasn’t one of the roasts the human whipped out when he had the coin and wanted to impress. There was twine and toothpicks. The drow really hoped that he wasn’t going to spend his first night of this visit choking down something inedible, but it would be fair turnaround for those awful plum cookies Essek had made two visits back.

“Don’t worry, I practiced this one a bit. I wanted to do something nice to surprise you. Do you know what a few days ago was?”

Fucks sake, he’d forgotten something. What did he miss? An anniversary, surely, but he couldn’t…

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“Don’t worry, I forgot too, until it’d passed. Four days ago was the third anniversary of the day we met. It’s not something most people remember, or even celebrate, so don’t worry, it’s just- I remembered and wanted to make you a little treat.” Caleb glanced at some sand dials he had set up. The drow noticed more covered pots. Steaming something, maybe?

“You don’t have to go so out of the way.”

“I want to, though, and I will.”

“But of course.”

“Now-“ Another, slightly longer kiss and a soft smile with blue eyes that took his thoughts away more often than not. “Why don’t you go wash up a bit, hm? You smell like a beast of burden. Dinner should be ready by the time you’re done.”

“Bold words from the man who smells like ox mating season.” Essek was eternally glad that his complexion was too dark for blushes to show at the teasing. Also hypocritical since the cologne Caleb smothered himself instead of bathing regularly smelt like animal musk and the vague concept of a forest. “But yes, I think I will.”

He tended to take long bathes whenever he had the luxury of time to do so, so by the time he was clean and had his hair done (he would sooner die then have Caleb seen him without his curl cream in.) dinner was being put on the table.

“Just in time, darling.”

“Well time is one of my specialties.” The statement was something of a flirt or inside joke now-a-days, and got the soft smile he was looking for as a response. He gave him a quick peck on the lips and looked down at Dinner. “Caleb, did you make a roulade?”

“I did.” And he looked so proud of himself, too, but Essek kept looking and as further realization came to him. “But that’s not all, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

The meat roulades, sliced not too thick, not too thin, was served with rice and what was distinctly Xhorasian steamed veggies.

“This meal is very xhorasian inspired.”

“I figured you might be a bit home sick and the market in Rosohna was just a teleport away.” They sat down to eat, Essek much slower as he tried to process this gift.

“You went through all that trouble…”

“It wasn’t any trouble at all, so don’t worry about it and eat up, Liebling.”

And so Essek took his first bite (with chopsticks, even!!! Caleb was using a fork but he’d remembered Essek’s utensil preference, the darling man), a fair chunk of meat, filling, and rice.

And promptly burst into tears.

“Oh Schiess, is it that bad? I practiced the technique, but this is the first time with the marinade-“ Caleb, his darling starshine Caleb, started to lean over and fuss. The drow shook his head quickly to try and assure him, to try and get himself together. But he was having a hard time because-

Because Caleb had made *rat*. Giant Rat, had to be. Now in his den, they had mostly livestock and great beasts, their days of having to eating rats like the common folk was centuries past, but one couldn’t deny themselves a little comfort food every once in a while, could they? And what was more comforting and simple to creature of the Underdark than some well cooked rat? This rat dish reminded him starkly of something that his mother had ordered the chefs make when he’d recovered from an awful fever in his… twelfth year, maybe? Something hardy and comforting after he’d been sweating and puking for days to bring him back to health. A rare kindness from his mother and warm memory- and there the tears went again. Lights above, he was a mess.

“Wh- Where did you source the rat? It tastes fresh.” Essek was doing his level best to act like there weren’t thick crocodile tears on his face. His partner blinked at him in open bewilderment.

“I… killed it this morning, down in an abandoned part of the academy. I used the silver it earned me to buy the veggies. Is- is this because of the rat? It’s the most exotic meat I could find short notice-“ A Fresh Hunt!!! It was like Caleb had read his primary school journals from before he found out he didn’t like people and such.

“And you used plum wine in- in the marinade, yes?” He pushed forward, adamant to ignore the crying that was happening. Gods, it had been far too long since he had something that tasted like *home*. “Goes well with the nut and date filling- really cuts the gaminess of the- the rat.”

“So, we are ignoring the tears. Ja, alright.” Caleb seemed to resign himself to this reality quickly. This wasn’t the first time Essek had clammed up about something because feeling were embarrassing, and he knew he’d be told eventually. “Yes, I got recommended a good brand to use by Yasha and Beauregard, so we gave them to thank for that. Do you enjoy the bits of pan fried mushroom in the rice?”

“Yes.” Even though they were slightly over, a bit tough, just the thought was so sweet and so homey.

He had such a wonderful partner.

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I have an addition to the meme

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(Author Notes)

Panel 1: He turns his focus to Laudna, who shrinks back against Imogen.

Relvin: You. You need to leave. You’ve brought nothin’ but trouble to this town since you arrived, and look what it’s come to now.

Imogen: It’s not her fault! Laudna did nothin’ wrong. The only trouble’s been caused by people who can’t just leave her alone and let her be who she is.

Relvin: And who is she, Imogen? What is she, for that matter? ‘Cause what I saw ain’t natural, and it sure as hell ain’t human.

Laudna: I’m sorry. He’s right, I should -- I should go. I’m so sorry, Imogen, I . . .

Her Thoughts: I never should have come here.

Panel 2: Laudna starts to move away from Imogen, who holds tight to her arm.

Laudna’s Thoughts: I should leave I should leave I should leave

Imogen: (telepathically) You’re not goin’ anywhere just yet. You got a damn hole in your belly.

Panel 3: Relvin kneels beside the comatose body of Dolores.

Relvin: I gotta get this one back to town and try to smooth things over. (to Imogen) Imogen, you round up the livestock and see what you can do about the barn. (to Laudna) And you. You had best be gone from here by the time I get back, or I can’t be held accountable for what happens to you.

Panel 4: Imogen, looking weary but resolute.

Imogen: If she goes, I’m goin’ with her. Just want you to know that, Daddy.

Panel 5: He turns away.

Relvin: All right, then.

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Will I ever evolve her voice past a Jester impression???

Idk

But I like playing her a lot and I love my harpy girl ♡

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Will I ever evolve her voice past a Jester impression???

Idk

But I like playing her a lot and I love my harpy girl ♡

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Life keeps happening but I did some art!!

Some Evelyn ♡

Level 2 Bard and Level 1 Cleric

Half Harpy/Half Elf

All she knows is performing, she doesn't know how to be herself around these people who say they're her friends. Esp when they don't even fully trust each other yet.

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excerpt from alison bechdel’s FUN HOME

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Don't ban porn or sex workers.

That's it @photomatt

This was a safe place for nsfw exploration and now it's gone. A majority of users are adults.

I know we want to protect minors

But it is not OUR job and it is not YOUR job to be a parent to these kids. They know the fucking rules.

Their parents know the fucking rules.

We have systems in place.

If a minor sees something they don't like that is sexual it is because they are in a place they shouldn't be. That does not me we are the bad guys.

I promise that if this tumblr becomes a safe place for nsfw artists again the site will monetize again. I don't even mind the ads on the site. I know it helps.

The internet has adult spaces and social media is a place where adults can and should exist.

Minors are already seeing much worse on the news via genocide, their rights being taken away, and politicians actively saying they want to implement nazi level policies.

As a minor who grew up on pre 2018 tumblr and is now 27, I'll tell you what scarred me most.

It wasn't porn.

It was the real world and the bigots in it.

Art must be free to express for all even if it is Art we don't like or agree with.

remembering the time i made an innocuous comment when tipping was introduced, about how tumblr would never be monetizeable, and photoshatt himself came into my (at the time 17yo) DMs and going "i hope you dont mean that :( that really hurts to hear you say :( you know i really need to find a way to make this site profitable :(" like bro not my fucking job. stop fishing for financial advice

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An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures

The show is called ‘All or Nothing’