#~thread end~

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Karlach looked over her shoulder when he gestured and couldn't help a mischievous smile on her face. Well, the signs couldn't be any clearer now. A glance back, temporarily, to acknowledge she was listening to him as she helped herself to the bed. First, just running her hand down one of the posts - just as his prowess in the arcane would suggest, it felt as real as the ground beneath her feet.

"I called it. I knew you had a four-poster." She chuckled slightly before perching on the end of it, letting her hands glide over the soft, practically silken sheets. Her eyes even closed for a moment, the smile still in place. Gods, when was the last time she experienced a bed? The rickety camp beds in Avernus - if she was so lucky - and certainly their current bedrolls were no match.

Her attention returned fully to him as she felt his arm around her, instinctively wrapping her own around his waist. For once, having to look up into his adoring eyes - their heights switched temporarily. "We'll worship each other," She muttered softly. "How's that?"

And worship she would. Guiding him further up the bed, she laid beneath him - adorning him with as many kisses as he allowed. Her hands were needy, but full of gratitude. Never again would she take for granted the feel of another's skin, the tufts of chest hair, the curve of ones body.

All that cradled Karlach that night was the plush bed beneath her, Gale's frame above her - and the stars even beyond him. Cushioned ever so contently amongst it all, she felt so entirely saved... She wished it wouldn't have to end. To spend an eternity in this pocket of Weave and love would still be too short a time...

-THREAD END-

Savouring every moment, Gale took a graceful step back, his hand still raised from the click that had brought the northern lights shimmering above them. With a practised twist of his wrist, he summoned a temporary conjuration, one that would materialise only for a short while but was no less real for it. A soft bed—his own from Waterdeep—now appeared behind Karlach, its luxurious sheets and warm comfort contrasting beautifully with the open wilderness surrounding them.

He smiled, gesturing for her to turn around and see what he had summoned. "For your comfort, of course," he said, his voice soft but full of affection. "We can find each other under the stars, take our time, and be as mortal lovers are meant to be."

The air was filled with magic, but not the kind Gale typically wielded. No spells of arcane mastery, no explosions of power—just the warmth of the stars he had conjured above them, the quiet beauty of the clearing, and the shared intimacy between them. As he approached Karlach, he placed a gentle hand on the small of her back, his touch firm yet tender as he gazed up at her, adoration clear in his eyes.

"I might be a wizard, yes," Gale murmured, "but at heart, I am a simple man with simple needs. And what I want, more than anything, is you. In whatever capacity you are willing to offer yourself to me." He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her skin as his voice dropped to a reverent whisper. "Allow me to worship you, as you ought to be."

The moment hung between them, the stars above, the earth beneath, and Gale's heart entirely devoted to her, ready to follow her lead, to honour her in whatever way she desired.

[quiddie]

Just had a friend show me a conversation in a fan discord about Suvi as a Black American woman in the context of the fallout from the election. And honestly? Yeah. The blueprint is simple: Black women are expected to put their own priorities and emotions on hold to show up for everyone else's battles and hold endless space for everyone's feelings while simultaneously weathering attacks on our character (oh she's so angry/aggressive/violent/rude) and authority (she's a woke hire/affirmative action quota/nepobaby) without complaint. We're expected to save the day under nigh-impossible circumstance, and with fewer resources and support that is AT BEST, conditional.

So yeah, relistening to Suvi's speech in The Witness hurts now. Because that's exactly the feeling I'm wrestling with, and what I see mirrored in the Black women around me. We are exhausted and angry and sad. Those voter percentages are a betrayal of "we" that was promised by other marginalized groups when speaking of the interconnectedness of our liberation. And the unexamined expectation that we immediately rise from the depths of our despair to prepare for the next fight is a cruelty. Suvi isn't real, but if this helps lend empathy toward actual Black women in the world, then I'm glad.

[luxmoogle]

˖♫ + *' +*:ꔫ Brand Ambassadors *ੈ✩‧₊ + ☆⋆｡࿐ Kingdom Hearts X The World Ends With You

[ryllen]

appearance wise, at least

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

It felt like the night had only improved since this little 'interview'. She was smiling, feeling warm in many ways. Despite the curse prevailing, she felt comforted. Content.

At the mention of her being the hottest girl in Baldurs Gate, her cheeks had flushed into a shade of purple - though it was near impossible for her to tell she was warm in the face. Though possibly he meant it quite literally, rather than about her appearance. Still, she took the compliment for what it was.

"Either way, it's a date." She winks once more before.

Damn...it really was a nice night.

- END -

Tav appreciated the gesture– enjoyed the contact, even if she were still too hot to linger nearby. He'd felt like an outsider among the group, and that touch, brief as it was, felt... comforting.

"That's a relief," he said with a laugh. "Maybe if th' others get tired 'f me you can change their minds." He watched as her gaze turned from him; her eyes were— well, embers on a dark night was a little on the nose, but it was the best thing he could think of.

He matched her grin at her question, and he leaned in a bit, a glint in his eye. (His cheeks burned a bit, but he hoped Karlach didn't notice it.) "Fancy a date with th' hottest girl in Baldur's Gate? You bet I would. Maybe I'll find some fire-proof flowers. Or a new axe... or maybe both!"

[gotham-snark]

Wooo Batroidery #3 Red Robin! Based on Juni Ba's incredible Boy Wonder series 💛

Talia issue next (I'm super excited to do that one)

Need to do Dick too for the complete set

Damian

Jason

Messy back work under the cut

Why tie the floss off when you can just drag it to the other side of the hoop for one stitch 🤷‍♀️

[lithiumrox]

both candela obscura and burrow's end have a character named auntie beatrix. is this a coincidence? did marisha and aabria talk? is this a reference to a secret third thing that i'm not aware of? i'm going to be thinking about this all night.

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Karlach's hands rested on her forearms, almost as if she was hugging herself. Suddenly rather closed off as a result of her nerves. "A good man..." She echoed, a nod and a sharp sigh from her lips. "Yeah, you're right. Should be fine... Easy, even..."

Halsin seemed excited at least. Bound to be something else going on here - maybe she'll find out one day - but for now she'd take Halsin's words as the wholesome, supportive wisdom they were coming across as. "Privacy? Pfft, almost forgot what that word means." She joked, referring to the camp as a whole. Though, she nodded in thanks.

"Right, well... See how it goes, I guess."

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The next night most of the party were at the Last Light Inn. A solace amongst the shadows. Which eventually became moreso a paradise than Karlach could have imagined.

"Well holy shit!" Karlach exclaimed, thumping Halsin on the back the next morning. Practically glowing - and not from her flames. "Alright alright, I'll admit it. You were right."

"Thanks Halsin. It means a lot."

-END-

Halsin had his reasons. Even he had his limits on watching younglings dance around one another. Both acted like immature birds during their first mating season. Then, there was the matter of the bet with Astarion to consider. Good hearted fun.

"Tomorrow it is." Instead of taking his joy by patting on her on the shoulder, Halsin settled for his own knee. "No more frightening than facing down the beasts of the hells, I'd wager. You can do this, Karlach. Gale is a good man. Regardless of tomorrow's outcome, he will take your advances with grace and with any luck convey how much he wishes to return your sentiment."

"Gather your bravery and ask him tomorrow. I'll make sure the others give the pair of you a little privacy." His watch came during the early hours of the morning often relieving Astarion from his post.

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[bookdork1]

Okay but Charlotte was extremely generous to her children in regards to their marriages up until the line of succession was in question. She let all the boys secretly date whomever they chose and, most significantly, she didn’t sell off any of her daughters as alliance chattel (the way that she was). She was extremely hands off on their love lives until she couldn’t be and the cosseted royal children don’t realize that or the fact that very few children in English society grew up with present parents

[leucoratia]

My favourite loser scientist (we are legally married)

Handplates!Gaster by @zarla-s (thank you so much for this AU it has given me life for the past 6 years)

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Even just a couple of deep gulps of air were enough to begin the settling of her thoughts. The rocky ride from Gale proposing raising to the Heavens only to change it to sinking into the Hells gave her whiplash. But the chilled air, and faint scent of the docks made her remember where she really was. Who she was with.

The hand in hers made her smile. She squeezed back as a silent reassurance that she was alright. Somewhat. Moreso, once he moved the topic along rather than carrying it on. Maybe it was best to talk about this kind of thing when they were truly alone. If Karlach was brave enough. But the thought was there at least, it was something she would have to think about in her own time.

But...for now.

"Heh, that sounds like a plan." Karlach smiled, her tone as soft as her eyes before they sparked with sudden excitement, her voice echoing this. "Though, brace yourself, these alleys aren't going to be as fancy as your Waterdeep. Though I can think of a couple places that might make you enjoy this city a little more!"

So she showed him. Recalling memories of her childhood as they went. Safety in the past instead of the future, for now. Hand in his, laughter back in her throat. As they sat looking out over the city from their high position, she huddled in close to him. Head tilting until it rested atop his. She already felt she could die if he was with her.

What would be so wrong with living if he was with her instead? No matter what that looked like.

The quiver and squeeze that followed reminded Gale not to push too far. They were still in the tabernacle, before the statue of Mystra. It certainly wasn't the time or place to continue such a discussion, so he gave Karlach a moment of respite. A swift glance to the statue revealed that the crackle of the Weave was no longer in the air around it. He doubted Mystra had her eyes on him any longer; his discussion with Karlach did not interest the goddess.

But it was probably the most important discussion Gale had in his life.

Finally, he emerged to join her by the steps, slipping his hand into hers and giving it a short squeeze in return. The topic dropped. He felt that a distraction would suffice, a reminder of his love for her other than mere words.

"Let's peel off from the group for a while. I used to stroll along the docks of Waterdeep on bright days such as these. Perhaps a leisurely walk through the streets before returning to the Elfsong? I would love to see the city through your eyes, if you're willing to show me. I'm sure I could conjure an illusion onto a bottle of wine or a pint of lager to resemble a less conspicuous drink if you'd like to enjoy a beverage or two outside the pub."

[tenderjock]

i love you. no, you don't. but thanks for sayin' it.

[gomzdrawfr]

Price on a date (he's a lil nervous)

his fit is based on this

[godofstory]

Jacaerys tweets, a thread💫

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[hakunoknight]

an unforeseen joy, an unforeseen heartache

daughter