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Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

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Pros of being alone on a ship that involves NPCs most people probably don’t speak to nor care about:

Don’t have to sift through characterizations I don’t care for

Don’t have to worry about people complaining my characterizations aren’t the same as theirs

Don’t have to worry about drama in general because no one cares

I’m alone so I can do whatever freely without worry about the Fandom PoliceTM

Cons of being alone on a ship:

I am alone on this ship

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Tecothy’s chest tightened, and his body felt shaky but didn’t move. He froze in place, but his breathing and heartbeat became more and more erratic.

“Breathe, my heart. Breathe.” Tecothy hardly felt the hand that caressed his cheek, barely registered that Halsin was in front of him.

Strong arms slowly and carefully wrapped around the drow, gently pulling him into Halsin’s lap and holding him. Movement. It felt strange to move, but it helped Tecothy finally see his bear.

“Breathe…” Halsin kept repeating. His hand rubbed circles on Tecothy’s back.

Tecothy curled more into Halsin, his head tucked into the crook of Halsin’s neck. His scent… Halsin smelled of the earth, topsoil and grasses. He smelled of fur and leather. He smelled of topside flowers and the pollen they spread. He felt warm like the sun.

Tecothy tried to focus on Halsin. The way he felt, his scent, the sound of his voice. In time, Tecothy slowly uncurled as he came back to his body. Halsin smiled as he fixed a few stray strands of hair.

“Are you alright, my heart?”

“I- yes…”

“If you ever wish to talk, I am here.”

Tecothy only nodded, but he wasn’t sure he could talk about it. He didn’t know what had happened - he was only certain the others would find him weak for this if they saw. They couldn’t afford such things on the battlefield.

“Care to join me for a walk?”

Tecothy shook his head, wrapping his arms around Halsin.

“Stay… Please.”

“Of course, my love.”

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“He said no pickles.”

More PetrifiedBear shitposting because of course

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The irony of throwing six men in a pile for an orgy scene and only one (1) singular dick being visible

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Halsin sat on a hill, leaning up against a tree. He looked over the little piece of wood in his hand. A hanging bat was beginning to take shape, slowly and carefully. He watched the horizon change hues as the sun rose and a slight noise from behind the tree caught his attention.

“Come to join me?” Halsin was getting used to his partners’ ways and was certain he knew who it was - and that he wouldn’t actually be wanted any closer.

“Hmph. You have good hearing,” Izwae huffed from the shaded side of the tree.

“You would have been quieter if you did not wish to be heard, my heart. Are you going to stay back there?”

“I am.”

“As you wish. I appreciate your company, my love.”

“Mm.”

Izwae hardly spoke to Halsin, even less so when they had become partners. At first glance, the assassin always seemed cold and distant. His words bit when he wanted them to - which was often - to keep people away. But it wasn’t long before his complaining softened towards Halsin, and the man’s staring and lurking spoke to undermine the attitude he tried to keep.

Izwae watched over Halsin like he did the others but still kept him at an arm’s length. It seemed he fought to stay aloof, only a couple of the others and Halsin noticing his slight shift. Halsin sometimes couldn’t help but worry perhaps it was all too much too fast for Izwae for how distant he stayed.

But a stolen kiss in the dark, an expression of worry over the druid when wounded, had made certain Halsin didn’t question his love was returned. So he didn’t mind the space Izwae wanted. His love stayed at his side, even if at arm’s length. When he wished for more - if he wished for more - Halsin would welcome it.

“Here.” Halsin reached his arm back and around the side of the tree, placing the wooden bat as close as he could get to Izwae on the other side. He could hear the drow pick it up and turn it over in his hands.

“You and your creatures…”

“You may keep it, if you’d like.”

Halsin didn’t get a response, but the carving wasn’t returned to him, either. And when they both returned to camp, the little figure stayed amongst Izwae’s few possessions.

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Moy’s hands carefully tended to making small braids in Halsin’s hair, not entirely unlike his own. He couldn’t help but smile at such a simple thing.

No matter what life-threatening chaos this group got involved in, camp was always safe. Settling in took some time, admittedly a bit more time for his companions and they’re all still working through everything, but it felt safe. Truly safe.

They weren’t just Males, they were people. Their wants and needs mattered and help was generally given without question. They didn’t have to worry about the weapons of others being turned against them or their food to be poisoned. Moy still caught himself worrying over the other drow’s intentions at times, but his worry was proven wrong time and time again.

And Halsin… A man like him felt like a godsend that Moy would thank the Spider Queen for if he thought she would ever do something so sweet - and if he weren’t certain he was abandoned by now. A curiosity at first, admittedly, to run into the famous Halsin while free and having become an archdruid. But being tasked to help him, the way he treated them all, and was so thankful for everything… Moy couldn’t help but fall in love, the others later admitting they weren’t far behind him.

Moy always felt like perhaps he was too clingy, yet Halsin never pushed him away. Arcagh, the tired old soul, seemed to enjoy simply spending time in conversation of even the simplest of things. Artimezt had become increasingly curious of all the surface life, and Halsin was more than happy sharing his vast knowledge of the flora and fauna they ran into. Tecothy was comforted and held when the panic hit, no matter how unassuming the trigger was. Izwae would rather die before he said the word “love” in any language, but he lingered around Halsin all the same.

Moy stole a kiss as he finished the last braid, earning a happy hum from Halsin. Their future was yet uncertain - there wasn’t much welcome for drow on the surface, let alone those who were sworn to Lolth most their lives - but, for now, he was happy just being here. Being in the arms of someone who he loved and loved him in turn, who held enough love for each of them even. “My heart” and “my love” were said often, but the weight of the meaning never lessened for it.

“May I braid your hair as well, my heart?”

“Yes, please,” Moy said as he stole another kiss. However long this lasted, he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

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Halsin and his gremlin army

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Thanks for your help. I'll be on my way soon enough. Just need to decide where to.

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Gale’s Rivington camp view lol

So what if the petrified drow, without Dhourn, could be convinced to rest in camp and then decided to tag along and became a lil obsessed with Halsin?

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I’m currently being totally normal about the petrified drow men.

No im not I’ve got a new doc of notes for each of them

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Finding Halsin sitting back against a tree, you carefully straddle his lap. Your fingers carefully tuck some stray hairs behind his pointed ear, and he lets out a hum of thanks as he nuzzles your palm.

The calm of the night contrasts the chaos of the day in this new community you’re both working hard to help rebuild. A nice reprieve for you from the commotion; a much needed rest for him that he almost refuses to take.

He wraps his arms around you and gently holds you close. The crickets sing, and there are a few frogs in the nearby pond. Life in a place once so lost, even in the darkness of night there is no mistaking the healing that has happened.

“Thank you, my heart.”

“For what?”

“For everything…”

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Sudden urge to revamp my old fursona from years ago, for once my doodling was fun and I actually like how he turned out <3

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if you tag me in a chain post and i don't do it it's not because i hate you it's because i am very lazy. i love you thank you for tagging me.

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One good thing about recent uh “discussions” is that it’s got me thinking about Halsin post-game with Nix and just how much love that man exudes.

They’re never in the “Schrödinger’s monogamy” status anyway, because Halsin is partnered with both Nix and Diex from moment one, but thinking about Nix’s and eventually also Halsin’s new partner just. All the fluffy good feelings.

(Ramble got long, gay shit below the cut lol)

Halsin, years down the line, meeting a man introduced as “an old ally” to Nix - but there is never any doubt that alliance is a friendship, even when past-Nix wished for none of that. A tiefling bard called Sion, more excited to see Nix than any child being given their favorite candy. Nix actually smiling over simply seeing someone - and going out of his way himself to be seen and interact, something Halsin has seen him do exactly once before with other “old allies.” Halsin adores Sion from the start simply for being someone to really see Nix, really pay attention to him like so few seem to do.

And then the bard starts courting Nix. Sion has a sadness to him, mostly hidden very well, when meeting the family - but that leaves when he learns how open their relationship is. He never had plans to share Nix before, but seeing him so happy only makes Sion love him more. He has a chance to shoot his shot, so why not?

Nix is oblivious, but both Halsin and Diex see what Sion is doing. Someone else is in love with Nix in nearly the same way Halsin is - Halsin can’t help but feel his heart swell at such things. Even if Nix doesn’t return affections, Halsin loves how Sion loves.

But Nix does return those affections, once Diex finally gets tired of waiting and points them out anyway. Halsin gets to see Nix be happy and full of love from someone else, he can’t help but adore the person responsible for those smiles!

And then Sion is also incredibly patient with Ayr, their daughter. She doesn’t like the stranger who seems to be taking up more and more of Mama’s time, but there is never a complaint from Sion. She is only ever adored in conversations about her and given space when she is around. When it is finally explained in a way that clicks that Sion is “like Daddy” to Nix, Ayr does become more comfortable about it all. Sion easily becomes another father figure to her, no complaints, and is even excited to be such.

So it’s no surprise Halsin falls in love with Sion, too. But he doesn’t pursue Sion - the bard very clearly seems to hold no interest in anyone beyond Nix. Except Sion does eventually also hold a fondness for the bear - once he’s settled into being Nix’s partner and can tear his eyes away, anyway. Sion falls for Halsin in much the same way Halsin falls for Sion: this man makes my partner feel loved like nothing else, and it’s beautiful. Sion just falls into the pitfall of assuming “big man is a dominate top” and doesn’t take to showing any signs of interest or pursuing Halsin’s affections.

However, that doesn’t mean Nix doesn’t notice the occasional lingering stare when Sion doesn’t think anyone is watching. No-pressure suggestions, a bit of teasing, and confirmation Halsin isn’t just a dom top ease Sion into seeing Halsin as a potential partner for himself. Halsin is surprised those feelings are returned after so much time focused on Nix, but he is decidedly happy to share in both Nix and Sion, especially together.

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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.