#I'm a wizard in a tower

[salmoninzeeweed]

This is where I make my klance shitposts

[the-punforgiven]

Feel free to say why in the tags, I'm curious

[lazylittledragon]

did somebody say dadkarios

[miradelletarot]

B/c I'm still in the mood for it... Gale/Tav (or Gale/Caleb!), the laziest, quietest day at home, whatever home looks like for them.

Ohhh, I've been thinking of this a lot lately. I hope it's ok that I set this as Gale x Reader so it could be anyone! Tav, Caleb (bc I imagine him curling up like a cat in this tbh,) or literally anyone else who sees themselves in this moment.

The scene is this:

It's a cool day in Waterdeep, the doors to the terrace are open, welcoming in the sounds of the rolling waves against the shore, the sails unfurling from merchant ships heading out to sea, and the faint smell of ozone mixed with the salty air that sends the promise of a gentle rain.

Gale tosses a couple of logs on the fire, and fluffs up the blanket for you both to cuddle in on the couch.

You emerge with a hot beverage in hand for each of you, and he accepts his with a kiss. "Gods, this is divine," he muses as he takes a careful sip. "Thank you, my love."

He ushers you to the settee where you curl up immediately, appreciating not only the warmth of the fire, but that of the blanket Gale just fanned out over you. Once he joins you, you flit one side of the blanket across his lap, and snuggle yourself into him as he drapes an arm across your body, his free hand reaching for the book he's been reading to you every night.

The crackle of the nearby fire is the perfect accompaniment to Gale's warm tones as he recites every word. It's enough to lull you to sleep despite how eager you are to hear what he's reading. There's something magical about the way he speaks that makes you melt, makes you feel content, and at peace.

While he uses a mage hand to help hold the book and turn the pages, his other hand is spent tracing slow, idle patterns across your skin.

You finally relent as your lids become heavy and you stir, nuzzling yourself into Gale's body as he leans over to kiss the top of your head.

And you smile as the soft pitter patter of rain adds yet another lovely sound to this sweetest of symphonies as sleep finally takes you in the safety of your lovers' arms.

[maigetheplatypus57]

Man look at my little guy I love him

[aurosoulart]

I'm supposed to be doing something else but I'm very distracted by the fact that hands cast shadows now

[gordonsicedcoffee]

much to ponder

[icewindandboringhorror]

a quite simple outfit, trying to use the little blue and white apron thing (which is actually a dress I think, that I just leave un-buttoned in the back and added an apron-like tie to lol)

[geekate]

It's kinda funny how in the first act you just poke around to find quests and in the third act the quests poke you from every crevice

[specialbluehens]

What are the crack theories 🎤

short version: shane is the son of the witch & the wizard & got his memories erased. boom.

long version:

"rose what the fuck" LISTEN.

this is known. the witch is the wizard's ex-wife. he mentions after they split she began flying around the countryside cursing everything.

and then marnie has this dialogue when u talk to her in the ranch:

the noise could've been anything given wtf the wizard is doing HOWEVER. u could say the terrible noise was her hearing the witch & the wizard fighting/arguing. why?

we all know this theory. it's a very strong theory given dialogue from the wizard, caroline, pierre, & abigail herself (contradictory dialogue exists too, like saying abigail's hair is dyed & she naturally has brown hair like pierre)

but i'm adding more to this.

shane & jas are godfather & goddaughter, respectfully. shane & jas are also both marnie's nephew & niece. so?? my hc is that shane had a sibling (i go with an older sister) who got married & had jas, named shane her godfather. he avoids acknowledging his sibling's death hence why he says godfather, not uncle, & never brings the sibling up. they have hair like jas's. shane's hair is natural (it's never mentioned as dyed sooooooo)

now. there's this smaller, not as commonly accepted theory that jas is the wizard's daughter due to her having a very similar skin tone & purple hair. i'm going with granddaughter :)

and i'm going with abigail being the biological daughter of the wizard & caroline, which would make shane & her half siblings.

but they don't know that :)

to continue down this rabbit hole, in the witch's hut are the three dark shrines. memory, selfishness, & night terrors. only two to focus on for this are memory & selfishness.

bc the wizard was going to use them.

with the way the farmer just like. has access to the witch's hut from the wizard's tower after completing the quest... that had to have been there. maybe when they were married it was just the place to keep the dark shrines & do other things. but then the wizard cheats & caroline gets pregnant with abigail.

the wizard was planning on erasing the witch's memory & turning shane & his sibling into doves to avoid consequences of his actions. at this point he feels no remorse, only that it'll be a hinderance in what he's trying to do. esp bc at this point, neither shane nor his sibling are showing they've got magical abilities like him or the witch. shane is like, 5 years old by this point (marnie is not magical, but she is the witch's sister).

the witch finds out, & their fight is the dreadful noise marnie heard. the witch keeps him from getting to the shrines but in the end, he uses smth else, a spell, to erase the memories of shane & his sibling of him & the witch, who is so angry, but she can't let him get to the shrines. her children losing their memories is better than turning into doves never to be seen again. she's able to get them to marnie, but then she makes the decision to erase marnie's memory for the sake of shane & his sibling, as well as marnie. (to stay away from the wizard).

shane & his sibling move on, end up in the foster care system (marnie believes her sister & her husband have gone missing & eventually gives up trying to remember bc it feels like ages ago). shane & his sibling visit often though, mostly during summers. but his memory wipe is why shane says he never had much of a family & why he doesn't believe in magic.

the wizard never expects shane is become a true resident of the valley again. but when shane does, the wizard has given up by this point & has moved on. he feels remorse now, but he also doesn't try to ammend, seeing no point as it's been nearly 30 years. the witch has lost herself in her anger & curses throughout the valley as the wizard explains.

until one spirit's even when she is going to curse an unsuspecting ranch house & sees someone walking towards it. he makes her pause. he's familiar. she can't quite put her finger on it. shane goes inside, completely unaware. and that's that.

...

until the witch decides to go find out for herself :)

(shit hits the fan from here but this post is long enough & entering more like. story/fic territory... which i do wanna write LMAO)

[questinwitchface]

It's silent in my room. I am not writing because none of my projects sound appealing right now, and I can't think of anything else to start. It's kind of cold in my room, even with my space heater on. None of my in-progress hobby projects sound appealing. The sun is gone and has been gone for hours at this point. There is just oppressive nothingness right now.

I think I might get my hot glue gun and glue approximately 400 little wooden blocks to a little wooden platform to create a little wooden wizard tower.

[avariceaside]

You guys do not understand the lengths I am going to so that Karlach's approval is high enough for a romance during the tiefling party

[haemey]

Silly Game Time: COMPLETE THE PHRASE! "I got 99 problems, but at least _____ ain't one."

Getting bitches (gn)

Get it

Because

Because I'm ace

I'm hilarious

[vmuwu]

whenever someone says something along the lines of "that person's whole personality was just X thing" i get this primal fear within me because there's a 50/50 chance they're just talking about a neurodivergent person with a hyperfixation and it's my warning signal to start hightailing it

[thewizardtower]

It's just past 11am on a Wednesday in October and I'm thinking about how I'm turning into my father.

Got a random flashback of walking through an IBM facility in the mid-90s as a kid and being told how cleanrooms work and how microchips were made. It was where my father worked at the time. I remember thinking about how cool the future would be, and how much I loved computers. I drew a bouquet of flowers on my father's whiteboard in his office since that's all I knew how to draw at the time.

He was let go from the company in the early 2000s (anyone who has worked for IBM likely knows how fickle they are). He was told by a friend that still works there that those flowers are still on the whiteboard some 20+ years later! The marker is dried on and flaking and it's been touched up over the years like so many hands keeping a Renaissance painting alive against the ravages of time. But it's still there. He was told that no one ever had the heart to erase it, and simply would write around it, or even buy a new whiteboard to place next to it they could actually use.

I wish I had a picture of it to share, but I don't. But I remember what it looked like and I vividly remember drawing it. I wish I could pop back into that time and feel the markers under my fingers and the brown rug under my sneakers and the fabric walls of my father's cubicle. I remember the tan sweaters he would wear to work that he's long since gotten rid of. I remember the round glasses frames and his 5 o'clock shadow on his round cheeks before he grew his goatee in the 2000s and before it turned white.

Today as a 30 year old, I work in IT and write documentation about software. It's no mid-90s IBM, but it pays the bills. Yesterday I had a Zoom meeting at work and was momentarily struck by the image of my father staring back at me in my webcam. I saw my own tan sweater, my own 5 o'clock shadow, my own round glasses. I never realized how much I look like him, and how I turned into him as I got older. And all I could do to ponder this was to draw a bouquet of flowers on my own home office white board.

The one I drew as a kid was much better than this. Haha.

Time is weird. Genetics are weird. I still love computers and drawing flowers.

[naydralikessoup]

minecraft...