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No thoughts just Veilguard 🩷

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Is that precum in your pants or is your penis just chopping onions

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Alegría mi amor.

Who’s ready for a new Tav rant?

After adding Gale to their party Alegría heard someone calling for help. She immediately ran towards the voice and found an elf holding a dagger.

He motioned towards the bushes saying he’d cornered a strange creature. Alegría crept forwards and quickly found herself tackled and pinned. The elf pointed the dagger at her throat and demanded answers about the mind flayer ship.

After a strange vision flashed in her head, Alegría was able to wrench herself free of his grasp and get away. The elf then revealed that he too carried a tadpole and apologized for attacking her. Alegría nodded, not quite willing to forgive him for tricking her, but nevertheless she agreed to let him accompany them.

When they came upon the Grove, Astarion seemed annoyed that Alegría would offer their services to strangers, especially without compensation. To her further irritation he deigned to complain again when she vouched for the life of a tiefling child that was being held prisoner by the Druids.

When he sneered at her efforts to boost the moral of the refugees who were learning to use weapons, she finally confronted him.

“Is it always such an inconvenience for you to do what needs doing? Why does every good deed seem to give you SUCH grief?”

“I see no point in doing something for nothing.” He drawled at her, sounding bored. “We have more pressing problems, and we won’t find answers among those who don’t even have the strength to help themselves.”

“What a prim and privileged life you must lead.” She responded, taking the measure of him with narrowed eyes. “I knew many who had similar philosophies in Menzobarranzen.”

“Pity it’s you I’m following and not them.” He snapped.

“Was there never a time when you needed aid, Astarion?” She met his red stare with her own, firm in her conviction, “ Was there never a moment where, more than anything, you required a small dose of generosity or kindness?”

His body language changed, it was small but she saw it. A tightening in his neck, his hands twitched, his eyes narrowed. Then he began to laugh, a hollow haughty sound.

“I’d never be so pathetic.” He practically spat before sauntering away.

She looked over at Elanor, who just shrugged.

That evening back at camp Alegría performed her nightly ritual before meditation. She cut her finger with a black bladed dagger and let the blood fall onto a dark red Lolth Candle. She set the stone on the Earth before her and uttered a selective prayer.

“I honor you, Queen of Spiders, and beseech of you the strength to destroy my foes.”

“Beautiful.” Came Astarion’s voice from his pallet across from her. She looked up from her folded hands and saw he was watching the trickle of blood drip down her arm.

“Tell me,” he went on, “what does Lolth have to say about your altruism?”

Alegría closed her eyes again, “ Very little,” she said softly, “but I care not what my Queen thinks of me. The importance lies in what she can DO for her faithful.”

She could hear the smirk in his voice, “And who are these enemies your so desperate for her to vanquish.”

“Poverty,” she answered without hesitation, “prejudice, oppression, enslavement.”

“Isn’t she ‘pro’ all of those things?”

“What the gods create, they can just as easily destroy.”

He said nothing and she was not inclined to explain further. She finished her prayer in silence.

“You must be the only Lolth devotee with morals.”

She sighed, he always had to have the last word, didn’t he? “I am inclined to agree, at times. And as ashamed as I am of all that is done in Her name, Her culture is a part of me. We cannot be Drow without that history. And my morals…well, they’re all I have now. My morals and Elanor.”

“Perhaps you’re stronger than I gave you credit for.”

She turned to him with genuine shock in her eyes. “Have you taken leave of your senses?”

He didn’t respond…just stared back and it dawned on her that she had spoken in elvish.

“Forgive me,” she said carefully in Common, “I was just very surprised by that statement .”

“It’s been a long time since…” his voice started soft but Astarion recovered himself, “all I’m saying is perhaps I was too quick to dismiss your…’generosity’ for weakness. You’ve survived a lot, after all.”

She smiled, broadly. He was teasing her. “Very generous and kind of you to finally notice, Astarion. Lovely to see you are capable of such sentiment. I am quite impressive.”

“Aren’t you just…” he retorted with a raised brow.

She rolled her eyes at him and laid back to begin her meditative breathing.

“You can stop staring.” She muttered, this time intentionally in elvish.

“When I’m ready…” he responded in kind.

She closed her eyes determined to meditate.

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Babies 😻😻😻🫶

Just two green-eyed Gloom Stalker Rangers loving on and supporting each other! Sasha and Rowan have a great time in the Gate chatting up cats 🐱 They’re also both avoiding Astarion, for VERY different reasons of course (she thinks Rowan can do way better 😜)

Thank you for the honor of letting me draw your sweet Tav @crocodiller my sister and I are such big fans!

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Sasha I still love you sooooo

Just a Ranger in her favorite terrain. 😻 beautiful art commission done by @greenleafo

Sasha spent her youth trawlin and haulin on the waters of the Darkflow and in the fringes of the Vast Swamp, which serves as a de facto border between the nations of Cormyr and Sembia in Faerûn.

Her family often served as guides for adventurers who dared to go beyond the fringes, including the infamous group Moon’s Twelve (of which only 1 member survived) and botanist Brother Twick (a halfling cleric of Chauntea).

Sasha learned the skills of archery, botany, hunting, tracking, and (most essential of all) camouflage, as survival in the Vast Swamp is contingent upon one’s ability to remain unseen. She also built up a strong resistance to poison and was educated throughly on its craft and usage.

Though daily life was a struggle, not just because of the dangers of the swamp and its unruly inhabitants, Sasha learned the importance of culture and community as she found herself shunned by Cormyrans who considered the swamp to be a place of darkness and evil.

The truth was her kin were the remnants of an indigenous elven kingdom that predated the swamp and refused to conform to the rigidity of Cormyran society. Thus they relied on their knowledge of nature and build a rustic society on the outskirts. This instilled within Sasha an empathy for outcasts and a desire to help the less fortunate as they are often the victims of systemic oppression and prejudice.

After the mysterious disappearance of her father, she completed a College of Lore bardic program in Waterdeep, and took a position in Baldur’s Gate with the Renegade Book Binders Guild. She hoped to found a literacy program and of course find her missing younger sister who was rumored to be living in the city…but alas fate had other plans for her…

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I make myself laugh 😹😹😹

Gale: Forgive me, but why are you pronouncing it…like that?

Sasha: Like what?

Gale: The word “go.”

Sasha: Geaux?

Gale: No, no. “Go.”

Lae’zel: Enough of this nonsense. Let us geaux.

Sasha: Y’all heard the heaux, let’s fucking geaux!! 💜💚💛

Gale: 😪

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Just two Trevelyan cousins up to no good. This would have been one of the last times Anya saw Juliette before she was sent to live in the Ostwick Circle.

Juliette had been raised for chantry life before her powers made themselves known, and she inspired in Anya a trust and dedication to the Maker.

Anya taught Juliette to ride 🐎 and showed her the joys (and consequences) of a privileged life lived fully and fearlessly.

Thank you for letting me draw your Inquisitor @sweetjulieapples and for patiently teaching me how to PLAY this game!

Our Inquisitors would fucking ROCK the world of Thedas

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Still one of my faves 😹😹

Me: watching the blood spatter trail appear on the DA: Origins world map

Nobody:

Me: Welp, guess my warden started her period! Typical to get it right before a big trip.

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Peeing after I mastrubate so I don’t get an Ao3

Oops I mean an iou

Haha a uti 😉

peeing after robot sex so i dont get an hdmi

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This is AMAZING!! Follows the story closely l, but with enough variation to keep me guessing! Loved the DnD note in particular 😸

Chapter 5

Finally! Finally! Finally! 🎉

The art director has given the green light, and Chapter 5 is officially ready to read! This one was a real challenge, especially with the first big fight—it was tough, but I gave it my all! 💪

I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life. Thank you so much for your support—every single like, comment, or share gives me the strength to keep going! ❤️

Now, onward to the next chapter—I’ve got plenty more surprises (and steaks!) to throw on the fire! 🔥✨

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Y’all I did it!! I got The Red Prince romance scene and I LOVED it!

To honor this achievement I have drawn baby boy and my darling OC Dianah: A nerdy anarchist mystic with her nerdy pompous lizard prince. A (chaotic) match made in Larian heaven.

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Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

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Current WIP

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Portrait of my OC for my first DOS2 game.

Dianah: my human Mystic, Scholar. A benevolent anarchist, communist, and atheist.

She believes in people not gods.

Definitely the smallest in the party and not ashamed to take cover behind a sexy scrappy elf.

“The resilience of the human spirit is more powerful than any deity. Rhalic might think he owns me, but I never needed a god to tell me I’m divine to know it.”

Romancing Sebille ❤️❤️

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In this link there is definitely not a folder with every Dragon Age eBook, numbered in order of reading plus the two Encyclopedias about the world. Please do not use the link, there are not free books in there.