#went a bit feral

[blues-corner]

SCP Sun and moon AU

Idea came from @sin-artist​

Item #: SCP-32547

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-32547 is to be kept in a humanoid containment cell on Site- █ █ . Lights are to be set on a 24 hour cycle; lights must be on for 16 hours with a 8 hour lights off period. not to exceed or go under by more than 30 minutes to avoid a breach. Staff around and monitoring SCP-32547 during the night cycle must be checked every 15 minutes for drowsiness. If a staff member is found to be drowsiness preparations for an attempted breach must be performed.

One D-class personnel is to enter SCP-32547 containment and play with the SCP-32547 during the light cycle for at minimum 2 hours depending on SCP-32547 mood. 

Requests for personal items may be granted upon approval by a level 4 or higher authority.

Addendum 32547-1A: All personnel that are to come in contact with SCP-32547 can have no history of abuse of children or violence against children or testing on child-like anomalies.

Description: SCP-32547 is a thin humanoid with a long thin neck ending in a plate-like head with a face. when standing at full height 304.8 cm (10ft) tall. Depending upon light levels SCP-32547 changes appearances and personalities. SCP-32547 talks using “we” when referring to itself, however it refers to its night and day cycle self as different entities, and seems to be able to speak to its other half.

In daytime light levels SCP-32547’s skin takes on an yellow skin hue with light orange areas with 6 large and 7 small “rays” protruding from SCP-32547 head and white pupiless eyes. Usually in this form SCP-32547 stays hunched over. In this form SCP-32547 is very friendly and co-operative with foundation personnel provided SCP-32547 has been allowed to play various children's games with personnel. In this form SCP-32547 seems to be able to locate the exact address where any individual lives and is aware of any childhood abuse.

In nighttime light levels CP-32547’s skin takes on a dark blue skin hue with silver areas with a dark spot on CP-32547’s face making the face appear to be a moon, a large nightcap embroidered with stars and red typically pupiless eyes, it has been observed with white pupils. with white pupils. It is unknown where CP-32547 produces the nightcap from, when asked CP-32547 simply says it was a gift from one of the “starlights”, presumably a child. In this form CP-32547 is reserved and quiet, preferring not to interact with personnel. In this form SCP-32547 has the ability to induce sleep within 5 minutes in children and 20 minutes in adults, however those with insomnia seem to be unaffected. Some subjects have reported seeing SCP-32547 in their dreams when induced into sleep. When interacting with personnel, it attempts to tease and play games with researchers, as well as take it as a challenge to scare personnel.

Through interviews and testing utilizing SCP-1680 SCP-32547 has been determined to see itself as a protector of children. Aiding lost children back home, helping them sleep and easing nightmares. SCP-32547 perceives itself to be two individuals named █ █ █ and █ █ █ █ . SCP-32547 was able to tell that SCP-1680 was not a “real” child, however treated SCP-1680 as one.

SCP-32547 is composed of unknown material and is highly resistant to physical damage. When personnel attempted to obtain samples SCP-32547 laughed and said they’d need something stronger before willingly aiding the personnel. Testing of the samples was inconclusive if SCP-32547 consisted of organic or inorganic material.

Addendum 32547-1B: SCP-32547 seems to be able to ascertain if an individual or entity has harmed children or child-like entities in the past and will punish the “rulebreaker”.

Appendix 1: Circumstances of Acquisition: SCP-32547 was found during an extermination mission of SCP-974. Following missing children reports and sightings of SCP-974-2 taskforce █ █ █ █ █ was dispatched, upon arrival only one instance of SCP-974 was found, fleeing SCP-32547 before SCP-32547 pounced upon SCP-974, proceeding to [REDACTED]. Afterwards SCP-32547 was friendly to taskforce members, seemingly able to tell why they were there.

Addendum 32547-2: “Personnel are advised that while the day side of SCP-32547 is friendly it has terminated █ █ personnel and is not to be underestimated”

A child’s drawing of SCP-32547

[bisexualmcqueen]

mischief with doc >:3

[ksakiswh0re-xo]

✧ cockwarming draken while you study :

cw: fem reader, cockwarming, draken teasing, dirty talk/praise, hair-pulling, backshots, spanking, big dick warning lolol

wc: 634

Imagine cockwarming Draken while you study. You're sitting on your bed with your laptop and books all around you and you're naked from the waist down as you try to focus on taking your notes, but it's hard because all you can think about is how deep his fat cock is nestled inside your warm hole.

He's got an arm wrapped around your waist, making sure that you don't move as he watches your screen over your shoulder while you type.

Experimentally, he gives you a little nudge just because he loves to see you fall apart for him so easily. He smirks and nips at your ear when you whine and your fingers fall from the keyboard and onto his thigh.

"Keep typing. Be a good girl for me. Gunna ace this test, aren't ya, baby?"

You're too dumb to talk so he grabs your jaw and squeezes, making you face him as he moves your head up and down in a nod.

"I know you are, because you're my smart girl, after all. Get to it, baby, so I can fuck this sweet pussy just how she needs to be fucked."

—-

“Focus.”

Draken growls into your ear as he kneels behind you, balls deep in your cunt.

You’re bent over your laptop taking a quiz, breasts dangling heavily beneath you and almost touching the keyboard from the mean arch that your boyfriend has you in.

“‘m focused, Ken…” Your voice wobbles as does your hand; your mouse shakily hovers over a wrong answer before you suck in a breath and correct it.

“That was a close call, but you caught it, baby. Look at you, you’re doing such a good job.”

He spanked your butt a couple of times then rubbed the supple flesh with his big hands.

“I-I’m done…” The quiz was now submitted: you scored 100%.

Draken’s grin grew wider, showcasing two rows of perfect white teeth that you could see reflected in your laptop screen.

“Good fucking girl.”

He moved over you to close the computer lid and slide it onto the floor, pushing himself even further against your womb before he eased about half of his length out.

“Put the rest of that shit on the floor,” Draken commanded, referring to your multiple books, pens, and highlighters.

You hurriedly brushed the items off the edge of the bed, some of the pens rolling across the hardwood while Draken grabbed your hair up into a makeshift ponytail and began fucking into you relentlessly.

“Ah ah ah ah! Ken!”

The bed squeaked and rocked, the headboard banging loudly against the wall that was sure to have your neighbors pissed at you, but how could you care when you were getting the best fucking reward? Literally.

Draken slowed down and eased himself in and out of you to let you hear the squelch of your wet pussy a few times before he was buried deep once again.

“Shit girl, your greedy pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Something in him snapped, and the next thing you knew, his entire weight was pressing down on you as he pulled your arms behind your back and held your wrists against your ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Draken pummeled your pussy with ferocity until the both of you were moaning each others’ names out and spiraling into mind-numbing orgasms.

Finally, you were released and your fatigued body collapsed into the soft mattress. 

You could still feel your legs twitching while simultaneously your cunt contracted, releasing a thick gush of Draken’s cum.

Soft pecks were then pressed into your sweaty back until you rolled over to face your handsome lover, eyes fluttering dangerously as the urge to sleep swept over you.

“Rest for now. When you wake up, we’ll be on to the next subject.”

[somegrumpynerd]

He's so normal

[ohno-the-sun]

Secret Santa for @stingrayet ! I hope you like it!

I’m not sure if moon is monsterous enough but I hope you enjoy regardless!

[mockerycrow]

needy, and soon to be pussy-drunk ghost (fem!reader)

connected to this — nsfw below the cut. mdni!!

“please, sweetheart..”

ghost is convinced you want him to die, the way you’re withholding yourself from him. he’s on the bed on knees with you in front of him—laying back on the pillows, your legs spread to give him a view of your wet cunt, how you’re slowly pumping a finger inside of yourself and occasionally slipping it out to rub your clit. it’s pleasant, but you’re doing for the purpose of teasing ghost.

his pupils are wide and dilated, focused on how your finger runs through your wet folds, how nearly creamy strings connect and snap from your finger and your pussy; you always get so horny teasing him, the ghost who hasn’t been able to bury his face between your thighs in weeks. his mask is abandoned somewhere in the room, his face still smudged with eyeblack. “fuckin’ hell—“ ghost groans, watching you spread yourself open to him, a whine leaving you as the cold air touches your hole.

ghost’s jaw aches. his fingers twitch where they remain on his thighs, sprawled out and nearly gripping the fabric of his pants. his gut is hot with need, and his mouth nearly waters every time it seems like you’re contemplating giving him what he wants. “please.” ghost begs—he fucking begs as you slide two fingers inside of yourself this time. “don’t even need t’fuck you, jus’.. just need my mouth on ya, yeah? please, bloody hell—“

hmm. maybe you’re feeling a bit nice?

[the-prima-vista]

[lesbehonestsstuff]

The solution to an argument (Casey/Alex/Olivia) *smut*

When Olivia and Casey fight they FIGHT like screaming at each other fully stubborn butting heads. More often than not it ends with a forgotten argument and angry sex Alex arriving later finding a mess and trail of clothes that lets her know an argument happened. She finds them in bed naked in each others arms a little disappointed because she doesn’t like it when they fight. They are apologetic pulling her into bed and showing her how sorry they are.

Word count: 5148

(Yes they’re power dynamics are weird but that’s because I believe they interact differently depending on if there’s two of them or three)

The tension had been building all day, simmering, just waiting to explode. Olivia had been on edge, snapping at everyone and everything after a particularly difficult case. Casey, always a bit more sensitive to Olivia’s moods, had tried to stay out of her way, but it seemed inevitable that the storm would come crashing down between them.

It started with something small. A comment, a jab, something Olivia muttered under her breath about Casey’s handling of a witness. Normally, it would’ve rolled off Casey’s back, but today… today it hit her like a punch to the gut. She’d had her own rough day in court, and Olivia’s criticism, no matter how subtle, was the last thing she needed.

“What did you just say?” Casey asked, her voice sharp as she spun around to face Olivia.

Olivia barely glanced at her, too tired and too irritated to see the warning signs in Casey’s posture. “I said, maybe next time you should think twice before—”

“Don’t.” Casey’s voice shook with anger. “Don’t talk down to me like that, Olivia. I’ve had enough of it today.”

Olivia, already keyed up, bristled. “I’m not talking down to you. I’m being honest. You were too emotional with this case.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Casey shot back, her eyes flashing with anger. “You’re the queen of letting your emotions get in the way. How many times have you blown up a case because you couldn’t keep your cool?”

Olivia’s fists clenched at her sides. “This isn’t about me,” she growled. “I’m trying to help you before you trample your own case.”

“I don’t need your help!” Casey yelled, her voice breaking. “I need you to stop treating me like I can’t handle myself!”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, her own frustration bubbling over. “You’re the one who always needs coddling, Casey. Maybe if you stopped being so—”

“Say it,” Casey snapped, stepping closer, her face flushed with anger. “Go on, say it. You think I’m what? Weak? Emotional? Is that it?”

Olivia’s jaw tightened, the words hanging between them, too dangerous to speak but too close to the surface to ignore. “You’re not weak,” she said through gritted teeth. “But sometimes… sometimes you let your emotions take over and cloud your judgment.”

Casey’s chest heaved, the anger that had driven her this far pushing her harder against Olivia. “Maybe I wouldn’t feel like that if you didn’t make me feel like I have to prove myself every damn day!”

The shouting escalated, their voices rising and crashing against the walls of the apartment. It was like this sometimes, when they fought, they fought hard. Neither one willing to back down, neither one able to let the other win. They were both stubborn, both too proud to admit when they were wrong.

But beneath all the shouting, there was something else, something raw and tangled between them, something that burned hotter than the anger.

Olivia’s face softened for a split second, but she couldn’t stop herself from firing back. “I don’t make you feel like anything, Casey. You’re the one who always thinks you have something to prove.”

“Maybe because you’re always waiting for me to screw up!” Casey yelled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m not perfect, Olivia. I can’t be perfect.”

“I don’t need you to be perfect,” Olivia said, her voice dropping an octave, frustration still thick but cooling.

The tension crackled between them, the air too thick with everything unsaid. And then, as quickly as the argument had begun, it shifted. The fire in Casey’s eyes wasn’t just from anger anymore, and Olivia, for all her toughness, felt the pull too. There was always this edge between them, anger that turned into something else entirely.

And as quickly as it escalated, it dissipated. The argument fell apart like all their arguments did, forgotten in a wave of heat, words left hanging in the air as they closed the space between them.

Casey lunged forward, closing the distance between them, her hands fisting in the front of Olivia’s shirt as she crashed her mouth against Olivia’s. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was all fury and heat, all of the pent-up frustration pouring into that one desperate kiss.

Olivia stumbled back, but her hands immediately found Casey’s waist, pulling her closer, fingers digging into her hips as she kissed back. It was messy and wild, their mouths battling for control, but neither wanting to give it up.

The kiss broke for only a second, and Casey growled low in her throat. “I’m not weak, Olivia.”

Olivia’s grip tightened, her lips brushing against Casey’s in a taunting, breathless whisper. “I know you’re not.”

Casey’s nails raked down Olivia’s back, hard enough to leave marks, but Olivia only hissed in response, her eyes flashing with something dark and feral. She spun them around, pushing Casey against the nearest wall, their bodies slamming together in a tangle of limbs.

“You’re so damn stubborn,” Olivia growled, her breath hot against Casey’s neck as she nipped at the sensitive skin there.

Casey let out a low moan, her head tipping back to give Olivia more access, her fingers threading through Olivia’s hair, pulling her closer. “Takes one to know one.”

Olivia’s hands roamed lower, sliding under Casey’s shirt, her nails scraping against Casey’s bare skin. The feel of it, the roughness of Olivia’s touch, the sharpness of her nails against her delicate skin made Casey’s breath hitch.

Casey’s fingers fumbled with Olivia’s belt, yanking it open with a frustrated sound. “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

Olivia’s lips curved into a dark smile against Casey’s throat as she helped shove her pants down. “Then don’t.”

In one swift move, Olivia had Casey’s legs wrapped around her waist, her body pressed flush against the wall as their mouths met again in a rough kiss. Casey’s hands slid under Olivia’s shirt, hands tracing the hard muscles of her back as she rocked her hips forward, grinding against Olivia, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through her.

Olivia let out a low groan, her hands slipping under Casey’s panties, fingers teasing over her skin, making Casey gasp.

“Liv…” Casey’s voice was breathy, barely a whisper as she pulled back just enough to look into Olivia’s eyes. There was still a spark of defiance there, but it was tempered by something softer, something that made her grip Olivia tighter, needing her in that moment more than she wanted to admit.

Olivia’s hand dipped lower, fingers sliding through Casey’s wetness, teasing her entrance. “Say it,” Olivia murmured, her voice rough, her lips brushing against Casey’s ear. “Say you need me.”

Casey bit her lip, a moan escaping her as Olivia’s fingers pushed inside her, the slow, deliberate thrusts making it impossible to think of anything else. Her nails dug into Olivia’s shoulders, her head falling back against the wall as her body moved instinctively, chasing the pleasure that Olivia’s touch brought her.

“I need you,” Casey gasped, her voice breaking, her breath coming in ragged pants as Olivia’s fingers curled inside her, hitting just the right spot that made her cry out. “God, I need you, Liv…”

That was all Olivia needed to hear.

With a growl, Olivia’s pace quickened, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, as she kissed Casey again, swallowing the soft whimpers and gasps that fell from her lips.

Casey’s body tensed, her muscles tightening as she teetered on the edge; she was already dangerously close and she knew it. The pleasure made her nails bite into Olivia’s skin as her hips bucked against her hand. “Liv… I’m gonna…”

Olivia’s free hand gripped around Casey’s waist, holding her up and steady as she pushed her over the edge. “Come for me, Casey.”

The words were a command, and Casey’s body obeyed, pleasure crashing through her in waves as she came hard, her cries muffled against Olivia’s mouth as her body shook with the force of it.

For a moment, they stayed like that, Casey shaking in Olivia’s arms, her breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts as she clung to her. Olivia’s fingers stayed inside her, teasing her through the aftershocks, her lips brushing soft kisses along Casey’s jawline.

Casey could still feel her pulse racing, her body buzzing from the aftershocks of the orgasm Olivia had wrung from her. But she wasn’t done—she wasn’t close to done.

As Olivia pressed soft kisses to her neck, still holding her against the wall, Casey let out a breathy chuckle, shifting slightly to get her bearings.

Olivia pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, her lips quirking up. “What’s funny?” Olivia asked, her breathy.

Casey smirked, feeling the adrenaline from their argument mix with the lust still simmering between them. “You think you’re in control,” she teased, leaning forward to kiss the corner of Olivia’s mouth. “But you forget who you’re dealing with.”

Before Olivia could respond, Casey slid down from Olivia’s waist, her feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. The moment she was grounded, Casey took hold of Olivia’s shoulders and spun them around, pushing Olivia back until her legs hit the bed. Olivia stumbled, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal, and fell back onto the mattress.

Casey climbed over her, straddling her hips, pinning her down with just enough force to keep her still. The roles were reversed now, and Casey felt a rush of satisfaction as she watched Olivia’s breath hitch, her pupils dilating with want.

Olivia’s hands instinctively reached up to touch her, but Casey grabbed her wrists, pinning them above Olivia’s head. “Not yet,” Casey whispered against her lips, teasingly close but not giving in to the kiss. “I’m not done with you.”

A low growl rumbled from Olivia’s chest as Casey leaned down, her lips ghosting over the curve of Olivia’s neck, her breath hot against her skin. “You think you’re the only one who knows how to take control?” Casey murmured, her tongue flicking out to taste Olivia’s skin.

Olivia shuddered beneath her, her hands twitching against Casey’s grip. “Casey…”

But Casey wasn’t in the mood for talking. She slid one hand down Olivia’s body, tracing the curve of her waist before slipping it between them, her fingers brushing over the growing heat between Olivia’s thighs.

“Already so wet for me,” Casey muttered, her voice a mix of amusement and hunger as she cupped Olivia through her panties. “You’re such a tease, Liv.”

Olivia’s hips bucked at the contact, a soft groan escaping her as she arched into Casey’s touch. But Casey wasn’t about to give in just yet. She dragged her fingers slowly, teasingly, over the fabric, watching the way Olivia’s eyes darkened, the frustration and desire building with every second that passed.

“Casey…” Olivia’s voice was strained now, her body tense beneath Casey’s as she struggled against the hold. “Stop teasing.”

But Casey smirked, loving the power she held in that moment. “You think you can just get away with everything, don’t you?” Casey taunted, her lips brushing against Olivia’s ear as she slipped her hand under Olivia’s waistband, finally touching her bare skin. “You push me around, piss me off, and expect me to just roll over.”

Her fingers dipped lower, finding Olivia soaked and ready. Casey’s breath hitched at the sensation, the warmth, the slickness that told her Olivia was just as desperate for this as she was.

Olivia’s hips lifted, silently begging for more, but Casey kept her movements slow, her fingers tracing over Olivia’s folds with infuriating patience. “But this time,” Casey continued, her voice soft but firm, “I’m going to make you beg.”

Olivia let out a frustrated groan, her head falling back against the mattress as Casey finally slid one finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out. It was nowhere near enough, but the tension, the maddening tease of Casey’s control, had Olivia panting, her body trembling with need.

“Is this what you want?” Casey whispered, curling her finger inside Olivia just enough to draw a low moan from her. “Is this what you’ve been craving?”

Olivia’s hands gripped the sheets above her head, her jaw clenched as she tried to hold on to the last thread of control she had left. “Fuck, Casey…”

Casey grinned, loving how she had Olivia, fierce, unrelenting Olivia, completely at her mercy. She added another finger, increasing the pace just slightly, watching as Olivia’s hips rocked in time with her movements.

“You look so pretty like this,” Casey murmured, leaning down to kiss the hollow of Olivia’s throat, her fingers moving faster now, driving Olivia closer to the edge. “So strong, so tough… but when it comes to this, you’re putty in my hands.”

Olivia’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body tense and coiled beneath Casey’s as she chased the release that was just out of reach. “Casey… please…”

That word, please, sent a thrill down Casey’s spine. She’d won. Olivia was begging, and there was nothing sweeter than the sound of her name on Olivia’s lips in that breathless, desperate plea.

With a triumphant grin, Casey finally gave in, thrusting harder, faster, her fingers finding that perfect rhythm that made Olivia’s body arch off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her as the pleasure mounted.

Casey’s free hand slipped under Olivia’s shirt, her nails raking over Olivia’s ribs, leaving marks in her wake as she pressed harder, deeper, her fingers curling inside Olivia just right.

“Come for me, Liv,” Casey whispered, her lips brushing over Olivia’s jaw, her breath hot against her ear. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

Olivia’s body tensed, her muscles trembling as she teetered on the edge, her nails digging into the sheets. “Casey… I’m…”

With one final thrust, Olivia’s body shattered, her orgasm hitting her with brutal force. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her entire body shaking in Casey’s arms.

Casey held her through it, her fingers slowing but never stopping as Olivia rode out the aftershocks, her breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps. When it was over, Casey gently pulled her hand away, her lips pressing soft kisses to Olivia’s flushed skin as she collapsed beside her on the bed.

When Olivia finally caught her breath, she pulled back just enough to meet Casey’s gaze, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. “You’re still an asshole.”

Casey chuckled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “Yeah,” she murmured against Olivia’s mouth. “But you love me anyway.”

Casey’s smile widened as Olivia kissed her back, her arms wrapping around her neck, pulling her close again. “Yeah,” she whispered, her breath warm against Casey’s skin. “I do.”

By the time Alex returned home from her meeting, the apartment was unusually quiet. Too quiet, she thought, as her eyes skimmed over the living room. Papers were scattered across the floor, a jacket flung over the couch, and furniture slightly displaced.

Her lips curled into a faint smirk. It didn’t take much to figure out what had happened. The trail of clothes leading down the hallway towards the bedroom confirmed her suspicions.

With a quiet sigh, Alex set her bag down and followed the path of discarded items—a jacket, a shirt, one of Olivia’s boots, Casey’s pants—each piece marking the evidence of the storm that had clearly taken place. It was always the same when Olivia and Casey fought: passion flaring in anger, only to dissolve into something much more intense.

Reaching the bedroom door, Alex pushed it open gently, and sure enough, the scene inside was exactly what she had anticipated. Olivia and Casey were tangled together in bed, bare skin glowing in the low light of the room. Olivia was on her back, one arm draped protectively around Casey, who was curled into her side, both of them looking far too content for Alex’s liking considering the likely chaos that had preceded this.

Alex lingered in the doorway for a moment, her gaze taking in the sight of them—peaceful now. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it quickly gave way to a look of mock disapproval.

“What am I going to do with you two?” she asked softly, stepping further into the room.

Olivia stirred first, her dark eyes blinking open to find Alex standing there. A slow, guilty smile spread across her lips. “Hey,” she said, her voice still husky from sleep and… other things.

Casey, more sensitive to tone, shifted in Olivia’s arms and turned her head toward Alex. The moment her eyes met Alex’s, she winced slightly, already anticipating the teasing scolding. “Lexie…” she murmured, her voice soft, as if that one word could erase whatever they’d done.

Alex crossed her arms, pretending to be unimpressed, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed her. “Do I even want to know what started this?”

Olivia stretched languidly in the bed, her muscles flexing subtly beneath her skin, a lazy grin playing on her lips. One that sent a shiver down Alex’s body. “You know how it goes,” she said, her voice deep and unapologetic. “We… had a disagreement.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, though her gaze flickered to the way Olivia’s hand absentmindedly trailed down Casey’s back, tracing the curve of her spine, fingers brushing against her skin. “A disagreement?” she repeated, voice dry. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

Casey shifted under the sheets, biting her lip as she met Alex’s eyes, her own gaze playful. “We’re sorry,” she said softly, slipping out from under the covers to reach toward Alex, leaving her on display for Alex to see, her mouth almost watering at the sight of Casey naked and covered by hickeys Olivia had placed all over her. She sat on her knees on the bed in front of Alex, her fingers brushing Alex’s thigh. “Come here?”

Alex sighed, though she could feel need shoot down to her core when Casey started to unbutton her pants. She felt Olivia’s eyes on them, filled with lust when she saw Casey’s hand dip into Alex's panties. The warmth of Casey’s hand against her made her breath catch in her throat. She couldn’t stay annoyed—not when they both looked at her like that, not when Casey was playing with her, gently teasing her.

Olivia’s dark eyes watched them carefully, and she looked like she was about to drool at the sight. “Come on, Alex,” she murmured, her voice dipping low as she shifted in the bed, the sheet sliding down her body, leaving Alex to feel like she had too many clothes. “You know we didn’t mean to exclude you, and we didn’t mean to leave the house a mess.”

Alex’s breath hitched slightly at the way Olivia’s voice dropped, the unspoken invitation hanging in the air. She had always been the one to hold back, the one who kept her head cool, but even she wasn’t immune to the pull between them—especially not when they both looked at her like this.

With a small shake of her head, Alex lifted Casey’s chin up, pulling her into a deep kiss, her tongue dipping into her mouth, making Casey’s fingers pause their movements. "Stop teasing me, darling."

Olivia stood, going behind Alex, kissing her neck, pressing her body against hers. Her fingers trailed along Alex’s arm in a way that sent a shiver down her spine, and soon enough, Olivia was pulling her shirt off in one swift movement, while Casey pushed her pants down, leaving her in just the dark blue set she had put on that morning. “We missed you,” Olivia whispered, unclasping Alex's bra and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Casey’s hand slid up Alex’s chest, tracing light patterns across her skin, squeezing, and then going up to bring one of Alex's nipples into her mouth, sucking gently while her other hand played with Alex's clit over her underwear, making her let out a small moan. “We’re sorry we fought.”

Olivia’s hand gently cupped Alex's jaw, her thumb tracing the line of her lips before leaning in to place a slow, deliberate kiss. “We’ll make it up to you,” she whispered, her voice low and full of intent as she pressed another kiss, this time deeper, similar to the one she'd shared with Casey.

As Alex’s lips parted under Olivia’s, Casey’s hands resumed their path, tracing upward from Alex’s hips to her breasts. Casey’s breath was warm against her skin as she murmured against her neck, “Yeah, we’ll make it right.”

Alex shivered, torn between amusement and desire, though the edge in her voice softened as her body responded to their touch. “I should be mad at both of you,” she whispered, her voice breathless as their hands continued to explore her body, leaving no part untouched. Alex’s fingers threaded through Olivia’s dark hair, pulling her in closer as she watched the fire in Olivia's eyes grow darker. “But I’d rather you show me how sorry you are.”

That was all the encouragement they needed. Casey crawled back onto the bed while Olivia gently pushed Alex to follow. Settling back against Casey’s chest, Alex let out a soft sigh as Casey’s hands slid around to cup her breasts, fingers teasing her hardened nipples while laying kisses along her shoulder and jaw.

Alex’s breath hitched when she caught sight of Olivia making her way up the bed, settling between her legs. Olivia's teasing smile sent a spark of anticipation through Alex as she ran a finger over the damp spot on Alex's underwear. “You're already so wet for us, baby,” she teased, her voice low and teasing.

Alex whimpered when Olivia’s finger traced the fabric, her back arching against Casey. Olivia slowly peeled the last barrier of clothing away, her lips leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down Alex's thighs. Her tongue flicked out to leave a few small bites and marks, each one sending a shudder through Alex’s body until she was writhing in Casey's arms.

“Olivia Benson, I swear to God, if you don't stop teasing me—” Alex’s words were cut off by a gasp as Olivia tugged her panties down and Casey pinched her nipples, pulling her further into her hold.

Olivia's fingers finally dipped between Alex’s legs, gliding through her slick folds before finding her clit, tracing it with a slow, torturous rhythm. Alex's hips bucked instinctively, her breath coming out in shallow pants as Olivia played with her, her pace agonizingly slow. When Olivia’s fingers finally pushed into her, Alex moaned softly, her body arching in response. Casey’s hand found its way down between Alex's legs, gently rubbing her clit in tandem with Olivia's movements.

“That’s it, baby,” Casey whispered against Alex's ear, her voice sending shivers down her spine. “Let us hear you.”

Alex, typically the quieter one of the three, let out a louder moan as the pleasure intensified, her voice filling the room. Olivia’s fingers curled inside her, searching for that perfect spot while her mouth continued to trail kisses up Alex's thighs.

Alex’s body clenched around Olivia's fingers as she neared the edge, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Casey turned her head, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as Olivia's fingers worked faster and deeper inside her.

When Alex finally broke the kiss, her voice was hoarse as she begged, “Please… please!”

Olivia smirked, almost tempted to tease her more but relented, curling her fingers in just the right way. “Cum for me, baby,” she commanded, her voice rough with desire as both she and Casey pushed Alex over the edge.

Alex’s orgasm ripped through her, her back arching off the bed as she cried out, her body shaking as they continued to work her through the waves of pleasure. Olivia held her hips down as her fingers continued pumping into her until Alex was trembling, completely spent.

Her breathing came in heavy, ragged gasps as she tried to regain control, her body still twitching slightly when Olivia finally removed her fingers. Casey and Olivia laid soft kisses across her skin, Olivia making her way back up to Alex’s face, her fingers wet from where they had been inside her.

Without hesitation, Olivia brought those fingers to Casey’s mouth, who took them eagerly, sucking them clean, her eyes dark with lust. Alex moaned softly, watching them, her body still thrumming with aftershocks.

“You taste so good, baby,” Casey purred in Alex's ear, pulling Olivia’s fingers deeper into her mouth before finally letting go.

Olivia grinned, her eyes flicking between the two women. “Why don’t you get an even better taste of her while I grab a little surprise?” she suggested, her voice thick with need. She gently pulled Casey from under Alex, guiding her out of bed.

As Casey stood, Olivia gestured for Alex to scoot closer to the edge of the bed. When Casey bent over the mattress, her face inches from Alex's still-wet core, Alex already knew what Olivia had in mind.

Olivia disappeared briefly into the bathroom, emerging moments later with their dark blue strap-on—the one Casey loved the most. She strutted over, leaning over Casey’s back, gripping her hair softly. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and eat Alex out while you take my strap, okay?”

Casey’s pupils were blown wide as she nodded eagerly. But Olivia wasn’t satisfied with that. A firm slap landed on Casey’s ass, making her gasp. “I need you to say it.”

“Yes! Please… please fuck me, Liv,” Casey begged, arching her back and lifting her hips to give Olivia better access.

“Well, go on, then,” Olivia urged, pressing herself against Casey. “Make her cum.”

Casey wasted no time, diving in between Alex’s legs, her tongue immediately licking through her folds. Alex’s head fell back as the first touch of Casey’s mouth sent sparks through her still-sensitive body.

Behind her, Olivia teased the tip of the strap against Casey’s entrance, slipping just the head in before pulling back, drawing out a desperate moan from Casey. The obscene sounds of Casey eating Alex out, paired with Alex’s quiet, breathless gasps, drove Olivia to push deeper inside Casey, setting a steady rhythm as her hips moved in time with Casey’s tongue.

“Fuck… Case…” Alex moaned, her voice high and breathy as Casey’s tongue flicked across her clit. Olivia thrust into Casey harder, her own breath growing ragged as she watched them both fall apart beneath her. She reached down, rubbing Casey’s clit as she fucked her deeper, feeling Casey clench tightly around the strap.

Casey’s moans were muffled against Alex, her movements frantic as she chased her release, her tongue slipping in and out of Alex in time with Olivia’s thrusts. Alex grabbed a fistful of Casey’s hair, her hips bucking against her mouth as she felt herself reaching the edge once again.

“Come on, baby,” Olivia encouraged, her voice hoarse with lust as she thrust harder. “Let go.”

It only took another flick of Casey’s tongue and the roll of Olivia’s hips to send Alex spiraling into another orgasm. Her cries filled the room, her body jerking against Casey’s face as Olivia slammed into her from behind.

Casey came right after, her whole body trembling as Olivia’s hand pressed harder against her clit, pushing her over the edge. They both moaned in unison, their bodies shaking as they rode out their pleasure together, their gasps for breath filling the air between them.

Olivia finally slowed her thrusts, collapsing onto Casey’s back, who in turn, fell against Alex. The three of them lay there, tangled together in a heap of exhausted, satisfied bodies.

Alex was the first to move, tilting Casey’s chin up and kissing her deeply, tasting herself on Casey’s tongue before pulling back to kiss Olivia as well, giving her a taste.

They stayed that way for a long while, content to bask in the afterglow. Alex played with Casey’s hair, Olivia still nestled deep inside her, laying soft kisses on her back. Eventually, Olivia pulled out, discarding the strap beside the bed, her breath still ragged as she settled back between Alex and Casey. The room was filled with the lingering heat of their shared passion, the three of them tangled in a mess of limbs and slow, steady breaths.

Olivia pressed soft kisses against the back of Casey’s neck, her lips trailing up to the corner of her jawline, while her hand found Alex’s, threading the sound of their ragged breaths. Casey hummed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her release as she nestled closer to Alex, her lips brushing the blonde’s collarbone.

“Maybe you two need to fight more often,” Alex teased, her voice hoarse but playful as she smirked at them. Olivia chuckled softly, her chest rumbling beneath the weight of their bodies.

“You know, you’re insatiable, Cabot,” Olivia murmured against her skin, nipping lightly at her shoulder before leaning over to kiss her deeply, tasting the remnants of the moment still fresh on her lips. When Olivia finally pulled away, she kissed Casey’s cheek, feeling her smile against her mouth.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Casey replied with a tired laugh, her hand finding Alex’s waist and pulling her closer. “But… maybe next time we can skip the fighting and go straight to the making up.”

Alex rolled her eyes playfully but squeezed Casey’s hand, her thumb brushing over her knuckles as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind slowly drifting away from the haze of pleasure. Alex closed her eyes, she exhaled a slow, steady breath, feeling the comfort of their presence, in the way they touched her, in the way they loved her.

For a long while, they simply lay there, wrapped up in each other, the afternoon sun casting soft golden light over their entwined bodies. The rhythm of their breathing slowed, and eventually, Casey shifted, pulling the blanket up over the three of them, cocooning them in warmth. She pressed her lips to Alex’s temple and whispered, “Rest, baby.”

Olivia’s arm draped over them both, pulling them in closer. “Love you,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips brushing the top of Alex’s head.

And with that, Alex’s eyes fluttered closed, a contented smile on her lips. The three of them drifted off to sleep, the tension from earlier completely gone.

[serenaoffaerun]

Tenacity - Chapter 3 of the "Consequences" series

It's finally here!! Thank you all for your patience. Because of the physical letter writing I drew for Tav and Gale's back-and-forth, this took much longer than I anticipated. Plus, the story just kind of...ran away with itself... This chapter comes in at a word count over 8,000 and I don't know how that happened LOL.

Big thanks again to @alpydk who started off this series with what was supposed to be a one-off angst story, and allowed me to write my own sequel chapters to finish the story my own way. (Alphydk's chapter 2 can be found here.) As my first long-form writing in over a decade, it's been a fun challenge to take two characters I love so much and get them out of a position I wouldn't have put them in in the first place. 💜

Without making you all endure any more of my "propensity towards verbosity," I present chapter 3: Tenacity (complete with hand-written letters!)

Summary: After agreeing to try to re-establish their friendship/relationship by writing letters back and forth, Tav and Gale set out on their journey of communicating, listening, and healing. You better believe they're both going to hold on for dear life.

Word Count: 8,289 (I'm not sorry.)

CW: References to depression, alcoholism

Tags: GalexTav, angst/fluff, pre-established (albeit rocky) relationship, future smut? (no spoilers...), brief mention of infertility (in a positive way??), depresso espresso, communication, healing, Tara's getting ALL the tuna.

[I'm sure I left some out, I'll come back and add to it once I get this on AO3 - coming soon!!]

Screenshot: Taken from my own gameplay. Please do not re-post as your own.

NOTE: For those who don't want to read Tav's mediocre (but improving) handwriting or Gale's flowy cursive, the text version is printed below each letter (including doodle descriptions!)

9/2 4:45PM Pacific - EDIT FOR MORE NOTES:

My underlines went away when I copy/pasta'd from GoogleDocs, and now I realize that you can't underline because of links, so they're bolded and italicized instead.

REGARDING BHAALSPAWN INFERTILITY - this is NOT canon to BG3/DnD/Forgotten Realms. I totally made this up to fit my literary needs. 😉

Alpydk's chapter 1: Consequences

Chapter 2: Acquiescence

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Tav assessed herself before she even opened her eyes. Between the wine and the crying, she was probably the most dehydrated person in all of Faerûn. The pounding headache she was used to. She'd made blackout curtains for a reason, after all. But the soul-wrenching nausea, that was new.

Being blissfully infertile, she knew there was no risk of pregnancy. One of her permanent "gifts" as Bhaal's former Chosen was the ability to be as promiscuous as she pleased without fear of pregnancy in order to weasel her way into the hearts, minds, and pants of any of her previous victims. Not that she'd needed that ability since the Nautiloid, or especially her subsequent severing from said god. But this was no ordinary nausea anyway. It was coming from somewhere much more complex.

Among the growing list of sensations Tav noticed from her downward-facing zombie position on the couch, she found two long-lost friends: the physical feeling of being simultaneously sated but also achingly empty in her core, and...hope. Surprisingly enough, she realized it was the latter that brought on the nausea.

Crippling anxiety, overwhelming depression, stabbing guilt, these are feelings she was familiar with and knew how to handle: with denial and alcohol. Just ball it up and shove it in the "future ulcer" pocket by the stomach and cover it up with a bottle of wine or two.

Hope, on the other hand, is a fickle bitch. It introduces the possibility of a better future. The idea that things could get better. Then comes the uncertainty.

‘Desirable things in life are never guaranteed,’ she told herself. ‘You can always lose them. Don't get TOO comfortable! You might still have to live the rest of your life without the man you truly believe is your soulmate.’

Tav had NEVER believed in the idea of a ‘soulmate’ before. That was even more laughable than ‘love at first sight.’ But she’d come to believe it now.

‘And you fucked it up, didn't you? You let yourself have the worst lapse in judgment, then you doubled down on it by screaming and being a hurtful wretch. You did this. You did this and you don’t deserve forgiveness, you don’t deserve mercy. No one else will ever fill the hole in your heart, so you’re going to die alone and unloved. That’s what you deserve.’  

The words from the voice in her head kept playing on a loop for the last six months and they wouldn’t shut up. Drowning them out with wine and sleep had become her modus operandi. There’d been nothing to look forward to, nothing to hope for. It was the way things were going to be, she’d accepted it. Especially in the last few months after Waterdeep. She couldn’t have her heart broken again if she didn’t expect anything.

But now, new words were taking up space in her brain. His words.

‘…there was a time that we’d also brought out the best in each other, once. I refuse to believe we can’t find our way back there again.’

‘Fuck.’ Those words had stolen her breath. Given her reason to think that there was a chance. That maybe he would give her the mercy she knew she didn’t deserve. Gale was just that kind of man.

If that were truly the case, though, why did he shut her out so quickly in the first place without getting to even talk about things. Why did he go straight to the biting comments and yelling instead of showing any kind of signs of forgiveness being a possibility.

‘Because you ripped out his heart that was already broken and threw it on the ground with all the remains of any self-confidence he had left after Mystra, you inconsiderate, unfaithful monster. It’s a wonder he’s still alive.’

These were the new conversations Tav now had running back and forth in her head and that’s where the source of the nausea was seated. In the unknown future where happiness still existed. Along the path that could go to life-long depression and loneliness or a blissful existence with the man who completed her, and she wouldn’t know which way she’d end up traveling until she got there. It was terrifying.

‘I refuse to believe we can’t find our way back there again.’

Face still mashed in the couch pillow, she balled up her fist and slammed it down into the cushion. Depression wasn’t going to win today. Or any other day, for that matter, at least not like it had been. She would not allow herself to be swept up in the waves of self-loathing and doubt to the point of being non-functional. Not anymore.

She took a deep breath and sat up, eyes still closed. There was a warmth on her face that she knew would be the late-morning sun coming in through the living room window. As she cracked her eyes open, she winced as the light seared into her brain and fired off pain signals. Slowly, she stood up, walked across the room, and felt around for the blackout curtains.

Medicine. Shower. Food. In that order.

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Looking around the room later that day, Tav felt pretty proud of herself. Once she got herself cleaned, fed, and a bit more clear-headed, she opened the curtains again and opened all the windows. Her little depression hole needed a good airing out.

Starting with all the trash, she got rid of the wine bottles, the old food, even the bin filled with dirt and burned clothing. After washing off surfaces and sweeping floors, she put all the books back on the shelf, keeping a box full of scrolls and a quill pulled out on her desk. One sandwich and two sinks full of dishes later, it was nearing night time, but she had one more task ahead of her: the letter.

She’d been chewing over words in her head all day, but she still had no idea where to start. How do you even begin a letter like this? ‘Hi, Gale’? ‘Dear Gale,’? ‘Esteemed Professor Dekarios,’? If the greeting was this difficult, how would she even move on to the rest of the letter? She knew for damn sure that she wasn’t quite ready to be fully emotionally vulnerable, especially with him (even though he’s the only one she should ideally be emotionally vulnerable with…).

‘Welp, might as well just start,’ she said to herself as she sighed.

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Hi Gale,  [in the top right hand corner was a little swirly doodle with some flowers and leaves. Next to it was written ‘I don’t have fancy paper, so I tried to do something cute?]

I’m having trouble starting this letter, so I figured maybe just admitting that is as good of a place as any. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what you want to hear, I don’t know what will help or what will just hurt… Here’s what I do know:

-          I’m sorry. [there are tear stains on the paper here]

-          There’s no excuse for what I did.

-          I don’t even know if I know the reason for what I did.

-          I don’t feel like I deserve your patience, your forgiveness, your mercy, anything, really. Your anger is totally justifiable.

-          I don’t know who I was that night or in the months following.

Except, I do. I’d reverted back to the person abomination I walked away from. The hateful, murderous, evil, wretched thing I said I’d never be again. Yet, I can’t claim that I wasn’t in my right mind at the time either. I never lost consciousness. I was aware of the decisions I was making. I just don’t understand why I made them in the first place, other than I’d lost hope. I’d stopped trusting you. I’d assumed you were going to leave me and go back to Mystra or pursue godhood where you’d no longer be…you. [Next to this is a small sketch of a broken heart.]

Here's what else I know:

-          You didn’t deserve that.

-          I don’t deserve you.

[Below this was another item that was heavily crossed out, but you can make out the words ‘I still’.]

(this letter is a mess, I’m sorry. I’m just…flustered)

[On the right side of the paper, there was a list of four items outlined in a rectangle, above which was written ‘Good things’ – a question mark had followed this, but it was crossed out with an X. The four items are:]

-          I took a shower today.

-          I cleaned my house for the first time in weeks today.

-          I’m going to stop drinking for a while.

-          I’m exhausted and I’m going to bed.

It’s not ‘the letter of a lifetime,’ but it’s a start. I hope you’re well and that your students aren’t giving you too much of a hassle. Can’t be as bad as slaying a whole camp of goblins, right? [Here there was a small doodle of a goblin head, X’s for eyes and tongue sticking out, laying in a pool of blood next to a sword.]

I look forward to hearing from you. Take care of yourself, please.

-Tav

P.S. I’m working on my handwriting. I’m sorry if any of this is illegible. Not really a subject that was covered in “Bhaalspawn University.”

[At the bottom of the letter was drawn a curvy vine with leaves, flowers, and flower buds.

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Gale swallowed thickly as he held the letter in his trembling hands.

‘She did it. She actually wrote, and it wasn’t full of anger and insults. It was a real, honest-to-the-gods attempt at talking.’

His eyes shimmered as he re-read two lines over and over again:

-          You didn’t deserve that.

-          I don’t deserve you.

His heart ached as he pondered the fact that she thought so little of herself. It made him remember his inner monologue after the debacle with Mystra and the orb. All Gale told himself for a year was that he’d made mistakes so huge that no one should have to ever bear the burden of his presence again. Anyone who showed any affection towards him, platonic or otherwise, was a fool who was wasting their time. They’d just end up being let down by this depressed shadow of a former Archmage. Knowing that Tav was the one now who truly felt she wasn’t deserving of forgiveness or mercy brought tears to his eyes.

He felt a bit lighter, however, at the implication that she even cared whether or not she was worthy of him. Not only cared, but was taking bolder steps forward. She’d apologized, she’d wished him well, she’s taking care of herself… Then it dawned on him that she’d gotten so low that a task as mundane as taking a shower was to be celebrated on a list of positive things.

Oh, did he remember that pit of despair well. He’d spent a year down at the bottom of it. Cut off from all outside contact, forgetting (or refusing) to eat, going days, even a week or more without bathing because he didn’t have anyone to see anyway. No point in expending the energy.

Now, however, Gale was at least teaching. That had kept him going. Even if he didn’t interact with many people outside of Blackstaff Academy, he was still getting dressed, going to a place with other people, and teaching Faerûn’s youth to harness and control the Weave.

But what of Tav? How often was she seeing others? It seems she had relocated after all. The return address is listed in Daggerford, a town not far south of Waterdeep full of retired adventurers, artisans, craftsmen, and farmers. A relatively quiet place compared to Baldur’s Gate, but still a city with plenty of opportunities. (And only a three-, maybe four-day travel from Gale. That would explain how easily she ended up in Waterdeep in the marketplace on that cold, rainy day…).

He remembered her telling everyone how much of a hero she’d been at the reunion party. What happened to her adventuring? Would she even be home enough for their letter-writing to be consistent? She’d made no mention of her activities, that was something he’d want to follow up on. As much as it would have previously brought him satisfaction to see her put in her place for everything she’d said, cut off from others and alone, now it just caused an ache in his chest.

The threads of his bitterness and rage had already begun unraveling. He’d been letting the truth sink in since the reunion: Tav had acted reckless and lashed out because she was scared. Scared of losing him. The thought of him abandoning her for Mystra or for godhood drove her to seek pleasure in someone else. Yet he hadn’t bothered to get to the root of the problem at the time. All he knew was that he had his heart broken. He had been betrayed. He had been ‘abandoned.’

He sighed heavily as the pangs of grief and remorse started to take hold. What a fool he’d been. A self-centered, arrogant, quick-tempered fool. But he shook those thoughts out of his head. This wasn’t the time to keep dwelling on what he had or hadn’t done in the past. Where the ball of anger had resided in his chest, just as roiling and hungry as the Netherese orb had been, he felt the tension had begun to break apart. There was still much healing to do, but now there was a little room for the patience and understanding he’d wished he’d displayed before.

He re-read the letter again, chuckling lightly at her doodles and scratches. Her handwriting had much improved, she gave herself too little credit. It was good to see she still had her silly sense of humor as well. She hadn’t been completely robbed of her beautiful qualities.

Draining the last sip of wine in his cup, he arose from his spot on the balcony and walked inside to sit at his desk. One thing nagged at him before he could start writing his response, though. Underneath the bottom list where she said she didn’t deserve him, she’d written something and then furiously scratched it out. He thought he might know what it said, but didn’t want to get carried away if he was wrong. Holding the letter carefully in front of the lit candle on his desk, he stared at the scratches, trying to piece together the words underneath. His breath caught when his eyes brought them together:

‘I still’

I still… Still what? I still hear the voice of the Dark Urge? I still won’t forgive you?

No. Given the context of what was said and the direction they were going, it had to mean only one thing. He would only allow himself to think it was one thing.

‘I still love you.’

Hoping with everything he had that it was true, he took another deep breath and pulled out a scroll from his desk drawer. It was his turn now.

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Dear Tav, [In small writing to the right of the greeting, it says (my ‘fancy paper’ is at the academy) with a winking face doodle.]

Sometimes I think I’d prefer a good goblin massacre to a room full of hormonal teenage wizards learning to control a firebolt spell, but each day is a new adventure, after all! [After this sentence, Gale had doodled a flame, his head/hair with wisps of smoke, and in small writing with an arrow pointing to the drawings, (I tried).]

Thank you for your thoughts, and especially for your apology. I can’t in good conscience say that everything is forgotten, but I fully believe we are on the right path forward.

I would also like to apologize, because you deserve it. You are so much more deserving than you think you are of kindness, understanding and, yes, when I am able, forgiveness. I understand, likely better than anyone else you might know, how strongly self-loathing can take hold.

Which is why I want to tell you that I’m proud of you. I don’t know what you’ve been up to in recent months. I heard you telling the others about some adventuring opportunities, but I gather from your letter that self-care had gone by the wayside. I’m proud and happy to hear that you’re starting to focus on yourself. Yes, I agree with you: showering, cleaning, limiting alcohol intake, and even being tired enough to go to bed are all good things. I hope you continue being kind to yourself.

Admittedly, I’d fallen into a similar rut. While I get plenty of social interaction at the academy, my extra-curricular life has been…non-existent. I come home to my tower, I usually remember to eat, I grade papers, stay up entirely too late researching, and then attempt to get enough sleep to repeat that schedule ad nauseum. The cleanliness of my home, and myself, had been sorely neglected. But as you are focusing on self-improvement, I shall endeavor to do likewise.

Speaking of self-improvement, that’s where the letter-writing idea came from. Rather, through Tara’s efforts to help me during my year of isolation. She’d suggested I do some journalling to write out my thoughts and emotions regarding Mystra. Not only to get them to stop rolling around in my head, but to be able to articulate them. It did help, quite immeasurably, in fact. That’s why I’m so thankful you’ve agreed to this in the first place. I feel like it will serve us well. [A filled-in purple heart was drawn here.]

Actually, I can’t tell you how many letters I started writing to you in the last six months. I really did try. It just always felt…wrong, somehow. Like it wasn’t the right time, or my words weren’t sincere, or they’d fall on deaf ears. But I’m so glad we’re ‘talking’ now. I’ve missed you, Tav… [A filled-in but broken purple heart was drawn here.]

Tell me what you’ve been up to! Tell me your thoughts. Tell me any and everything you want to. I’ll be waiting to take it all in.

Yours,

Gale

[To the left on the bottom, Gale had drawn an open book with an ink pot and a quill. In the middle on the bottom, Tara had been drawn, wings outstretched, lying down, eyes closed, with a small note: (Tara’s sleeping on my desk and she’s adorable!). On the right under his signature, Gale drew a wand with sparkling stars and a curved line of weave making a flourish.]

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Dear Gale – [Here, she had drawn a wand with stars similar to the one he’d put by his name in his letter]

Thank you for saying that you’ve wanted to talk this whole time. That makes me feel so much better. I never put quill to parchment, but I started countless letters in my head. Like you said, it just never felt right. [After this, Tav drew a scroll, an ink pot, and a quill.]

This does feel like the right path at the right time, but to be honest, Gale…I’m scared. I’m scared to put everything on the table again. With how much I got we got hurt last time we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable with each other, I can’t go through that again. Nor do I want you to go through it again. [Tav had drawn two filled in broken hearts after this paragraph.]

It humbles me to think you feel I’m deserving of good things. Truly. I don’t feel like I am, so I suppose it’s good that someone in this world does. Your encouragement in taking care of myself is unexpected, but ultimately not surprising. That’s just who you are. I’m thankful to hear that you’re taking it upon yourself to improve as well. [Here, Tav had drawn some grapes and cheese on a plate, and to the right of it, a broom and dust pan.]

I fully understand, however, that you can’t forgive me, at least not yet. (I wouldn’t forgive me either.) Hopefully I can begin to earn it over time. I’m not going to sit here and defend my actions with trying to find solace in Mizora’s…experience. It wasn’t even fulfilling, if it makes you feel any better. (It won’t, I know you). It was just tricks of the mind and a devil’s words of promises for things I didn’t even desire. (Perhaps the ‘old me’ would have.) I regretted it immediately, yet it has marked me forever.

But I know that how it left me afterwards is not the point. The point is why I let myself go along with it in the first place. I’ve done a lot of thinking in the last months, especially since the reunion. Let me preface this by saying that I am not shifting the blame. I still made the decision to give in. However, after days and weeks of your near-obsession with the Crown of Karsus, I could see that look in your eyes. You couldn’t stop thinking about the power it could offer. Power that we know all too well would only corrupt you and change you. Then, your meeting with Mystra, introducing her back into your life with her deal to get rid of the orb for the crown… I could feel you slipping away from me.

[On the left side by the words Crown of Karsus, Tav had drawn the crown with a big ‘X’ through it. Near where Mystra is mentioned, she drew a scared ‘Mystra,’ identified as ‘witch bitch,’ being threatened by Tav with a dagger.’]

What I should have done was keep talking to you, seeking reassurance. I should have spat in Mizora’s face and told her to get the fuck out. [In this area, Tav drew herself spitting in Mizora’s face.] I should have sought solace in your embrace, in your words, in your love… But one thing I need you to understand: I was brought up my whole life to be let down. Every success came with a defeat. Every win came with a loss. Every gift came with a sacrifice. You were the most important gift I will ever have in this world or the next. I was positive I was going to lose it, so…I don’t know. I think maybe I wanted to push it from myself first before it was taken outside of my control? Mizora approaching me with her “offer”… She knew exactly what she was doing: giving me an “out” that she knew I would take because I was at my most vulnerable.

For all my accolades being a “Hero of Baldur’s Gate” and savior to many, I clearly didn’t have the strength to stand up to her temptations. I let her use the fact that I have major trust issues to weasel her way into my deepest fears and exploit them. I didn’t have a chance. It doesn’t excuse my actions, but I hope it at least explains them.

I’m running out of parchment. You asked what I’ve been up to. If it’s of any comfort, things are going well enough. I’m eating mostly regularly, I’m keeping up with the chores, and I’m even starting to finally organize some garden space in the yard. I’m trying to spend some time outside every day, and I’ve replaced the wine with various teas. They’re small steps, but they’re steps.

I don’t know if I’ve gotten us closer to any kind of resolution, but hopefully my words can fill in some of the gaps. I look forward to hearing your response.

Thank you, by the way, for giving me something to look forward to again.

I’ve missed you too. Very much so.

Humbly yours,

Tav

[At the bottom left of the page, she drew a cup of tea]

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Dearest Tav, [to the right of the greeting, it says in smaller writing (I apologize for the condition of this letter. It was rather difficult to write.) The letter is littered with smudges where tears had fallen and letter had been re-written over them.]

As I wrote my last letter and have been pondering your response, it weighs on me just how grave a mistake I also made. The blame for our downfall does not fully rest with you. (Let me finish…)

Feeling like you’re not worthy, like you made too big of a mistake to recover from; you know how familiar I am with those thoughts. Looking back, this means I should have been the one who was there for you the most. Yet I wasn’t. I was the furthest one away.

I agree with you that my anger was justified. I’d felt like I’d been told I wasn’t enough for you, which is exactly what I feared from the beginning. In my mind, you had openly told the entire world that Gale Dekarios, fallen Archmage of Waterdeep, scorned by Mystra herself, could not, in fact, make you or anyone else happy. You had to go find your pleasure elsewhere.

Where my mistake lies is in never stopping to think how much you had to have been hurting in order to find solace in Mizora in the first place. I don’t think I even gave you the chance to confirm you hadn’t been possessed, quite frankly. It’s no wonder your defenses went up immediately. My reaction, while potentially understandable, was absolutely awful.

I am so sorry that I never gave you a chance to talk things through before letting my hurt and rage take over. What I should have done was walk away and screamed into the void instead of at you before hearing any kind of explanation. I suppose I figured there would never be one good enough. Never did I think until recently that I could have possibly had something to do with you feeling pushed in that direction. I should have been more reassuring. I should have given you no reason to doubt my love for you and my dedication to you.

The possibilities that came with the crown had taken over my waking thoughts, and even infiltrated my dreams. Providing an eternal life without conflicts for both you and I sounded like the perfect solution, and I became hyper-focused. You had tried telling me that you were scared, that you didn’t want me to lose my humanity. I just still thought I was smarter and had this whole grand plan all figured out and you would realize it eventually.

[Before the next paragraph is drawn an infinity symbol, a heart nestled into the loops on either side.]

But I didn’t do enough to put your mind at ease. I didn’t help you understand that I wouldn’t have actually left had it come down to choosing between you and the crown. I never, never would have left you, Tav. As I shouted rather rudely before, I only ever truly wanted you. I assumed you knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt, so I didn’t spend any time reinforcing it. I let my focus drift too far. Then, I left you scared and alone afterwards with no chance to explain. I, the ex-Chosen and ex-lover of a goddess, from whom he should have learned humility after his hubris, the man to whom you showed so much kindness and understanding and support when anyone else would have run in the other direction, I couldn’t even show a fraction of that back to you.

Taviela, my heart, I am so, so incredibly sorry that I wasn’t there for you. When you pulled me from that portal and later heard my harrowing tale of foolishness and desperation, you stood by me. You took care of me and encouraged me, and I threw that back in your face at the first opportunity. It will be a long time before I can forgive myself for that. But I humbly, honestly, and hopefully ask if you could ever forgive me. I understand if you cannot, but know that I will spend the rest of my life proving myself to you.

Please keep telling me your thoughts, Tav. I want to hear them. I need to hear them.

Repentantly yours,

Gale

P.S. I’m far too emotional at the moment to do many little doodles, but yours warm my heart. Please keep doing them. [A filled in heart was drawn here. He had also drawn a simple version of the wand and stars under his name.]

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My Dearest Gale, [Across the top of the page was a wand, a wavy line of weave, and small stars.]

I’ve been staring at this parchment for at least an hour, but I haven’t been able to write anything until now. I’m sobbing at your words. Your insight about everything I put you through, the weight of what happened after all your hurts and insecurities from Mystra and the orb, the fear of being inadequate to me… That weight is almost too much to bear. I’ve berated myself for months now for hurting you, but the full impact never hit me until I read it in your words. I want to fall on my knees and cry at your feet and beg for mercy. But how could you possibly ever forgive me? I’m sorrier than you will ever know for allowing you causing you to feel that way again.

Also, to think that you are taking any of this upon yourself so strongly, I really don’t know what to say about that either. I still feel like this is all due to my deficiencies. My weaknesses. My fuck-ups. But I can understand where you’re coming from, wanting to take some responsibility. All I’ll say is that there is nothing to forgive anymore. I hold no more ill will towards you. We both acted like children throwing tantrums, but we were each already pushed to our limits and didn’t stop to think about, well, anything, really.  [Tav had drawn 5 filled in hearts here, along with writing (I don’t know what else to doodle here because I’m also emotional).]

It feels cheap to keep coming back to my upbringing, but it’s an unfortunate reality where I’m concerned. Everything was always a bitter fight of either words or daggers. There was no real “communication” to speak of. There were no “feelings” shared. It was all cruel lessons with harsh punishments. ‘Be a bitch, or get walked over’ was something I told myself a lot. I never truly learned to stop and step back and give things time to breathe. Putting myself in another person’s shoes is something I’ve forced myself to learn, especially during our adventures.

I have a confession to make. When I (literally) ran into you in Waterdeep a few months ago, it wasn’t just happenstance. I’d come there with a purpose. The downward spiral had begun weeks prior and I was nearing rock bottom. I came to look for you. To see if you were possibly even half as miserable as I was without you. I was certain you would be, and that it would give me a reason to approach you. We would be on common ground and might actually be able to talk. [On the right side of the page, Tav had drawn an open book sitting in a puddle of water in the rain. On the pages of the book it said ‘I’m sorry about the books.’]

But then I saw you. You were in the marketplace, smiling, making small talk with the merchants, even laughing with them. You looked full of life. You looked like you were doing just fine – without me. My heart dropped into my shoes and I’d considered just walking away, never letting you see I was even there. But something in me snapped. I apparently just had to get in a couple more digs before I walked away forever. That was childish and unacceptable and I’m sorry I put you in that position. (I don’t blame you one bit for the Hold Person spell, for the record. I deserved it.) [Tav had drawn the symbol for the Hold Person spell here, along with Tav approves.]

Please forgive me, but I’m emotionally spent. I think I’ll wrap this up to send in the morning, go sit on the back porch with a cup of tea, and just think for a while.

Still yours,

Tav

[Along the left side of the bottom of the page, Tav drew a small flower garden. On the right side, a cup of tea.]

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My Darling Taviela, [On the right side of the top of the page was carefully drawn an eternity symbol. Inside each side was a heart – a G written in the one on the left, a T written in the one on the right. Next to it, Gale wrote:] (I’ve been doodling this a lot lately.)

My heart aches for you, for us both. You’re right. There’s nothing to forgive anymore. We were both stretched so far beyond our limits, no wonder we broke down. We both have acted out of turn, we both have put ourselves through the wringer, and we both built impossibly high walls around ourselves. I’m happy to say that I believe we can push those walls down now. I want to move forward in whatever way we can, even if that ends up being as friends (though judging by your comments, it doesn’t sound like that will be the case, but please correct me if I’m reading the situation incorrectly).

I have a confession for you, in light of your revelations regarding our “run-in” in the marketplace. It was all an act to save face out in public. The laughter, the ‘life’ you say you saw in me, the light-hearted interactions – they were all a façade. I was miserable without you, however angry I was. After that interaction, it got even worse. I felt awful immediately, leaving you standing there shivering in the rain. [Gale had drawn a hand getting smacked by a ruler with words in a bubble outlined in sharp angles: BAD WIZARD!] I couldn’t believe that, even though there was some provocation, that I’d still reverted to such a childish response. I sank further into my depressive state. I almost didn’t come to the reunion with our companions either, actually. It felt like more of an effort to get myself put together than I was capable of. Fortunately, Tara snapped me out of it.

Speaking of Tara, I’ve been working on getting her to be more understanding. I’m sure you have noticed that her protectiveness of me overrides any kind of empathetic nature towards anyone who has caused me even a lick of hurt. But she’s come a long way in understanding both sides of our…predicament. I’ll keep at it, for both of our sakes. [A trail of small paw prints was drawn after this.]

I’m pleased to say that I’ve been keeping up with the cleaning, [on the right side of the page, Gale doodled a robed hand holding a sparking wand next to two balls of dust that look like rabbits. Underneath was written, (dust bunnies).] I feel like I finally have a handle on my students and my lesson-planning, and I’ve found joy in cooking meals again. Too much time is being spent grading sub-par assignments in the evenings, I’ll admit, but it comes with the territory. My heart has been all the lighter in the last couple of weeks, and it’s all thanks to you: your words, your patience, and willingness to work on…well, us.

What have you been up to lately? Any more adventuring opportunities coming your way? Are you doing any traveling? I wonder if there’s any chance our paths might cross in the near future.

I’ll admit, my mind has been wandering to thoughts of seeing you again. I miss the warmth of your embrace, the sparkle in your smile, the feeling of home when I look into your eyes – I feel like a part of me has been missing since our falling out.

I was actually thinking… What would you say to coming back to Waterdeep for a proper visit?

Take care of yourself, my darling [a filled-in heart was drawn here]

Gale (no fancy drawing in my name this time. Just me, missing you.) [above this, Gale had drawn a side profile of himself from the chest up, looking down, eyes closed, a tear falling from his eye.]

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The letters had been going back and forth at a regular, weekly pace. It was about six weeks after the reunion, which already seemed like forever ago. They had come so far, and his words made her realize that she missed him more than she knew was possible.

However, when Tav saw the last question in Gale’s letter, she froze. Her chest tightened and her breath quickened. She got dizzy, her hands shook, and her mind raced, tears threatening to overflow onto her cheeks. She was having a panic attack.

She threw the letter in her top desk drawer, slammed it shut, ran down the hall, and pulled the lever for her shower without bothering to warm the water first. Fully clothed, she stood underneath the cold deluge until her breathing slowed and she could process her thoughts.

The nausea was back. She sat on the floor on a towel and just let the water drip off her. Tucking her knees up to her chin, she stared at the wall and focused on her breathing. She wanted nothing more than for Gale to walk in the room right now, pick her up, and hold her in his lap, caressing her hair and whispering comforting words to her until she felt better. But as much as she wanted to feel his arms around her, to smell his scent, to run her fingers through his hair and more, she was absolutely terrified.

All she could think of as she started rocking back and forth was that she was going to end up hurting him again. She cried and cried until she resigned herself to lying down on the floor and crying herself to sleep, shivering in her damp clothes.

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A week went by and there was no response from Tav. Gale tried to brush it off, attempting to convince himself that perhaps she had gotten a chance to do some traveling, and was running behind sending her letter.

Nine days went by and his resolve started to falter. He replayed every word in his head that he’d written in his last letter. Was he moving ahead too fast? Did he assume too much? Did he push her too far? He ached to see her, to hear her voice, and to comfort her. But he could NOT let himself fuck things up again…

On the tenth day, he sent just a short message in hurried writing, requested for the utmost urgent delivery.

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Tav,

I’m truly, deeply sorry if I’m pushing you too far. You don’t have to answer the last question. We can continue just writing if that’s what makes you comfortable. I’ll do whatever you need, but I cannot, I will not lose you again.

Please, talk to me, my love.

Gale [A filled in heart was drawn after his name.]

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Sleep never found him that night. He let his brain run through every worst-case scenario it could come up with. Tears were still crawling down his face every so often as he saw the faintest colors of the dawn coming to greet the eleventh day. Thank the gods he had the next couple of days off for Midsummer…

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On the afternoon of the twelfth day, Tav’s response arrived. Gale didn’t even go back inside or shut the door. He ripped open the envelope and tried to steady his breathing as his shaky hands held her letter. He let himself take a deep breath and fall back against his door frame as he read:

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My precious Gale,

I am so very sorry for the delayed response and for making you worry. I don’t know what came over me, but when I saw you asking to see each other again…I panicked. I had a full-on panic attack, after which, I slept for days. I lost all track of what day it was or how much time had gone by. I kept picking up my quill and the words just wouldn’t come. I’m so sorry. Your words in the message I received today snapped me back out of it. Thank you for checking on me. [A filled-in heart was drawn here.]

Gale, I can’t bear the thought of hurting you again. I’m not saying that I don’t want to see you. Believe me, nothing would make me happier. My dreams of getting to be near you, to hold you again, to be held by you, they are my greatest source of comfort. But we haven’t spent any time together in person since the reunion, and we spent months before that acting like completely different people.

What if we can’t change, Gale? What if seeing each other brings out all the anger and spite again? I can’t forgive myself, even if you have. I don’t know what to say – I can’t lose you again either, I won’t survive it. And I fear that I will become upset by something and fall back into my old ways of dealing with arguments: with juvenile pettiness and venomous words. I’m so scared…

In fact, I’m going to deflect now so I don’t dissolve into another panic attack.

To answer your other questions – honestly, adventuring hasn’t happened in a while. I was being truthful at the reunion when I said I’d been adventuring and helping people. But coming back from Waterdeep is when I started to shut everyone out. My house descended into chaotic messes that I didn’t have the energy to clean, I stopped eating regularly, I was drinking at least a bottle of wine a day, and I slept all the time. I have enough money set aside that I can get away with not working for quite a while, but that won’t last forever.

The gardening is going well now though! I haven’t killed so much as a tomato plant! I’m growing flowers and selling bundles here and there. I’m also growing my own vegetables and some fruits, though I haven’t begun selling those yet. I’m getting the itch to start baking, however… I’ve found a great deal of fulfillment in creating (growing) some kind of life now instead of dwelling on the memories of taking it. [Along the left side of the page, she drew a tomato plant crawling up the side. Along the right, she drew a plate of danishes and a cup of tea.]

I’m so sorry again for worrying you. I just froze because I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll get this sent to you as quickly as I can, but please tell me your thoughts. I’m hoping your insight can be of some comfort.

With all my heart,

Your Tav

[At the bottom of the letter, Tav drew the same symbol Gale had been doodling on everything he could: the eternity symbol with the hearts in the middle, one with a G, one with a T. Next to it, she wrote:] (I tried… Yours looks much nicer.)

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My sweet Taviela, [Their infinity symbol with hearts and their initials was on the top right.]

Thank you for explaining the reason for the delay. I completely understand, and I’m sorry to have caused you to panic. If I may offer some encouragement, however, perhaps I can help quiet your heart.

Neither of us are under anywhere near the amount of pressure and stress that we were at the time back in Baldur’s Gate. We are taking care of ourselves now as individuals, fully independent of others, and neither is a crutch for the other. This bodes well for quelling any fears of being too dependent on each other for our own good.

We’ve seen what damage can be done by careless words and actions, and we’ve walked back from that ledge – together. Now we’ll be more aware of the warning signs should we become frustrated with each other again. We’ve talked about what we can do to avoid arguments in the future, like walking away for a breather, should we need to. Lest you have any unrealistic expectations, please remember that we will become frustrated with each other and we will likely have some arguments. That’s only natural for any two beings that have a close relationship. But we have some experience now and wisdom gained. I truly believe that we can be better for each other. We can change. Together. [A filled in heart is drawn here along the left side of the page.]

If you are comfortable thinking about the possibility of visiting, I have a proposition for you. Some simple guidelines that will help keep us in check as we try spending time together again, under completely different circumstances.

-          I will get you set up in a lovely room at The Yawning Portal for one week. The bartender owes me a favor for clearing out some riffraff a few weeks ago. Then you can have a place you feel comfortable retreating to without feeling trapped in my tower, should you wish to get some space.

-          So as to not put too much pressure on either of us too quickly, we can have a date each day, but we don’t spend the entire day together (at least not every day). It may be midsummer, but I still have regular responsibilities with the academy that I need to see to. Besides, that will give us time to individually reflect on our time together and how we’re feeling.

-          At the end of the week, we can talk about how things have gone and what direction we should go at that point. We won’t pressure each other, and we’ll agree that we won’t be disappointed if one person needs more time than the other. Above all, we need to make sure our friendship stays in tact.

So, what do you say? Look! I even got Tara’s stamp of approval! [On the side of the page is an ink pawprint.] (Do you have any idea how much convincing it took to get her to put her paw in ink? I owe her tuna for weeks…)

I won’t pressure you, but if you’re amenable to this plan, we can do this as soon as you’d like – even next week. Having said all that, if you still want to take things slower and keep writing letters for now, I will fully support that decision and be delighted to keep doing so.

If you will allow me, however, I would like to make one last plea: I want to see you, Taviela. I need to see you. My heart aches for you and my arms feel so painfully empty without you in them. I long to curl my fingers into your hair, to hear your contended sighs, to be lit up inside by your laughter, and, when you’re ready, to make love to you and cover you in affectionate, healing kisses until every hurtful word we’ve ever exchanged is erased from memory itself.

I know you’re scared, my darling. But I believe in us. I believe things will be different this time around. I hope and pray to every god and goddess who will listen that you can find it in your heart to take the risk.

Come here to me, my love, and we can keep walking our way forward - together. [A filled in heart is drawn here.]

I eagerly await your reply, whatever it may be.

Yours always,

Gale [A doodle of a wand surrounded by stars is by his name.]

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Tav’s hands trembled. Gods, she missed him so much it physically hurt. Especially now that she knew how much he was missing her as well. Sitting at her desk, she re-read his last full paragraph with tears flooding her vision and heart filling her chest, not to mention a familiar heat between her thighs. She knew at that moment that her desire and her renewed trust in Gale Dekarios FINALLY outweighed her fears. She didn’t even need to think about her response. It was short and sweet:   

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Gale, my love, [Their eternity/hearts/initials symbol was drawn on the top right.]

I’ll set out tomorrow by horse from Daggerford and will arrive at the Yawning Portal on Sunday evening around dinner time. I sincerely hope your arms will be waiting for me, because I’ll be rushing into them the moment I see you. [A filled-in heart was drawn in.]

Just don’t be holding a stack of books this time… [ Tav had drawn a doodle of a winking face here.]

Yours always,

Tav

P.S. I doubt we’ll be waiting long for those healing kisses… I know we’re going to space out our time together, but stay with me the first night? Help me “settle in” to Waterdeep? [Tav sketched a set of lip prints in the bottom right.]

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Tears fell from Gale’s eyes, but happy ones this time. He could tell his cheeks were flushed too from her “P.S.”… He laughed at her jab about the books, then folded up the letter and brought it to his lips, kissing the edge she would have folded with her soft hands.

He had planning to do. 

[neptune-scythe]

actually have not had a single coherent thought since that gosh darned buddie holding hands pic

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse Domesticated Bounty Hunter Eclipse is so so much fun, I simply had to draw this <3

Bonus:

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[feartheoldblog]

i kinda love that valtr just straight up eats beasts tbh bro saw a loran silverbeast and was like hell yeah i’ll take it rare thanks

[mjtheartist04]

Choso sketch✨

[shadowinthetreesbutcooler]

red team are FULLY going feral im so here for it, cellbit vouching for cannibalism and getting excited, baghera wanting to build a dirt shack and everyone wanting to crawl into a cave and chase people through the woods

[azems-familiar]

Jedha, one last time.

[capper-tan]

*rises from the dead* yall

Here's just a little animatic inspired by one of the newest chapters of This Wicked Day of Destiny to celebrate the 5th anniversary (It's been 5 years oh ̶K̶r̶e̶l̶ the passage of time is coming for us all) of the canon continuation of 3Below, Wizards: The Ones Who Stayed by the incredible akozuheiwa

It's been an honor to follow this masterpiece for 5 years and I can't wait to see where it goes and cry about it

Song is Monster from Epic the Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans (definitely recommend listening to it in full.)

uuuhhh all rights reserved something something copyright idk (i oughta figure out how that stuff works :/[does it even apply here? idk])

If it looks janky blame capcut