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Jaheira let out a low, long breath as she shook off Trick’s hand and moved a few paces towards the open road. Trick waited silently while she stared out at it, eyes narrowed in thought. Finally, the real question Trick expected came. "What if I am not ready, Trick?"

@bg3-winter-big-bang has begun and @abysskeeper has written Requiem Aeternam. Their Tav, Trick, a cleric of Kelemvor, has been given the gift of being a psychopomp for all our favorite companions when they depart.

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Their first meeting 🥰

/I know that someone has already done a redraw on this, but…why not do this again?/

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who put all these dramatic bitches in the same room

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He only gives cloaks to those he really really cares about, Keyleth. Really cares about.

Mid-campaign look with a closeup under the cut :)

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Support his side hustle 💅

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MY FRIEND IS SO COOL. LOOK AT THIS 😍😍😍

So delighted to be able to finally share my illustration of Death for @bg3tarotdeck. Yes, the Chosen of Myrkul himself, the great and terrible Ketheric Thorm (And Squire!)

The Kickstarter project is complete but you can still late pledge this week if you want a deck. Funding beyond production needs is going to Doctors Without Borders.

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Hear me out Orin outfit but iridescent

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Ebony Darkness D’Urge has an interesting taste in men and Astarion is in that picture and doesn’t like it

Reference:

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oh you have a PhD in astrophysics? that's cute. i know the Vibe of astrophysics

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Surprise! Tumblr just got turned into an epic fantasy RPG, just like [your favorite appropriate media franchise]. And the Tumblr RPG's plot needs to have all of its characters covered, in roles both large and small.

That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.

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forgive me father for i have sexualized an older man

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I wish the damage from the orb was more visible, to emphasize how much it is poisoning Gale from the inside.

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Adult Transgender Legislative Risk Map, November 2024

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Notable of course how in romance scenes Gale only ever seems confident at all when the Weave is involved, and becomes noticeably more insecure and self deprecating whenever something romantic is happening in, sorry I was about to call it "meatspace". The mortal plane or whatever.

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Another silver fox Gale drawing 🩶

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In 2025 I’m resolving to unleash my inner chaos wherever possible but namely the internet. This fic is the start of fulfilling that resolution.

What if the Hero of Ferelden and Alistair became king and queen? What if they had a daughter who was a mage? What if she lowkey sucked at magic and needed a tutor? What if that tutor happened to be a highly trustworthy professor from Nevarra? What if they had regency-esque social rules? What if I knew next to nothing about the lore of these games and didn’t let that stop me? What if I ran out of energy after one scene? What then?!

Anyway I hope y’all enjoy.

ao3 link

The spell crackled for a few moments at her fingertips, the energy swelling to a hopeful wave, then abruptly snapping and fizzling in her hands. Delphi let out a low growl, swatting away the residual wisps of magic. Her hands fell to her sides, shaking out the mild numbness that was ebbing through her fingers. 

“Your left pointer finger is far too high. And don’t get me started on the position of your thumbs. Try it again.”

Her head fell back on her shoulders at the sound of her tutor’s admonishments. Professor Volkarin had scarcely been there a month, yet he had been borderline incessant with his lessons. “Your constant attention is hardly helpful, professor,” she grumbled, starting back at the somatic component. Though she wasn’t truly paying attention to the spell. She was far too busy calculating her words, in hopes that he might end the lesson early. “Perhaps I should continue this practice alone. Then I might show you my improvement later on.”

An amused chuckle drifted from behind her. Professor Volkarin always sat in one of the large chairs in their classroom, usually behind her as she faced a large mirror, so he might fully observe her casting. Delphi couldn’t see his face, and thus often forgot that he could see hers during their lessons. “My ‘constant attention’ is the entire purpose of my presence here, your highness,” he reminded her, “It is essential that you learn the somatics correctly. Now focus. Before I have to resort to setting you to lines for insolence.”

Despite his amused tone, Delphi suppressed an eye roll. He was an enjoyable enough man, but very dedicated to his role in the castle. Far more than her previous tutors. Though perhaps that was why his presence was necessary at all. 

She continued half heartedly through the motions, striving to ignore the small discontented noises coming from behind her. The magic sparked and died two more times, evoking increasingly frustrated sounds. Finally on the third swell, he could no longer contain himself.

“Higher on the pointer finger…posture…your  thumbs, hold the-…your highness!”

Upon his final, exasperated exclamation the energy snapped once again. As it sputtered and failed, he rose from his chair and approached her at the center of the room. Delphi met his gaze in the mirror as he towered over her. His frustration with the lesson was slightly more obvious than usual. His typically overly tidy, greying hair was rumpled as though he had been pulling on it and his face was slightly red. 

“I asked you to focus, your highness,” he hissed, meeting her eyes in the mirror. He reached out to clasp one of her wrists, firmly gripping to pause her motion.“As I have said it is essential that you get this correct.”

A faint blush rose in Delphi’s chest at his tone. While usually abundantly collected, Professor Volkarin had been increasingly tense the past several days. Likely due to her lack of enthusiasm for their lessons. He took a short breath and seemed to regain some of his composure.

“What I mean to say is: might I show you?” he continued, extending his hand.

“Of course,” Delphi shrugged, fixing her gaze on his reflection. She supposed she had expected him to demonstrate the component in the mirror for her to copy. However, to her surprise, he took both her hands in his. The motion caged him around her, pressing ever so slightly against her back as he manipulated her hands.

“Focus on the image of your hands in the mirror,” he instructed as he bent them into place, “So you might memorize how it looks and feels.”

It was nearly impossible to focus on anything. Anything save for the cool leather of his gloves dragging along her skin. He was murmuring small instructions that Delphi couldn’t make head or tails of as he softly pressed each finger into place. 

“Do you always wear them, professor?” she suddenly blurted out. Only his eyes raised from his task at the question, half stooped over her as he worked. A wash of embarrassment crashed over her as she met his hazel eyes. “Your gloves…I mean…”

“That is hardly where your focus should be, princess,” he scolded, holding her gaze. “Though if it is such a distraction, perhaps they should be removed.”

Delphi’s breath caught, though she couldn’t be certain if it was due to his suggestion or the intensity of his stare. “If you think it would be of help…” she breathed out, a smile tugging at her lips.

She might have been mistaken, but she could have sworn she saw amusement flicker in his eyes. “Stay absolutely still,” he instructed as he released her. “I shall know if you move.”

He stepped away and out of sight from the mirror. Delphi tried her best to heed his instructions, despite a low ache forming in her lower limbs. Professor Volkarin was gone just long enough for her to almost become accustomed to his absence. Just as the thought occurred to her to drop her careful stance, he returned, enveloping her in warmth once again.

“Now…where were we..” he murmured, running his bare fingers across the inside of one of her wrists. 

“The thumbs…I believe…” Delphi gasped, her attention snapping to where he touched her. 

“How right you are…” he hummed, tracing long fingers to where her thumb met her palm. Delphi sucked in a small breath as he moved. His hands were adorned with an array of ornate golden rings, occasionally providing a spark of cold against the warmth of their skin. 

“You wear more jewelry than my previous tutors, professor,” she mused, unable to keep a slight haughty tone out of her voice. “The Nevarran court must highly prize you…”

“It is a funeral dowry,” Professor Volkarin replied absentmindedly, “Typical for a mortalitasi such as myself. Now focus, your highness.” 

Quite abruptly, one of his hands was cupping her jaw. Applying a firm but gentle pressure, he lifted Delphi’s chin to bring her attention back to the mirror before them. Her pulse set to course, fluttering rapidly mere inches from his fingers. He observed them both in the glassy surface for a moment, then seemed to realize what he had done. 

“Apologies…” he whispered, staring at their reflection. 

Delphi almost didn’t hear him over the thundering of blood in her ears. It took a great deal of her strength to not press forward into his hand and feel its slight pressure on her neck. In spite of his expression of regret, he had made no motion to move away. His grip on her jaw remained firm, guiding her into position.

“Whatever is helpful to the lesson, correct professor?” she finally managed to rasp over a dry tongue. “The posture is…essential, I believe you said. No sense in allowing propriety to preclude a successful lesson…”

The corner of his mouth twitched as the amused gleam reignited in his eyes. “If you insist…your highness…” he murmured. His fingers shifted her chin another small notch before he slowly pulled away. As he did, Delphi felt the ghost of his thumb tracing along the curve of her jaw. Though when she blinked, she could have sworn she imagined the sensation.

“Now,” he muttered, applying some final adjustments to the position of her hands. “Repeat the motions and the verbal component.”

His hands stayed on her own throughout her murmured verbal component. As she finished, the magic began to swell, emanating a blue glow between their hands. “Steady now…” Professor Volakrin whispered, his breath dancing across the back of her neck. “You’ve got this…”

The glow expanded, growing brighter until it seemed impossible to hold. With a final flash of light the energy whirred loudly and with a loud crack a wisp appeared between their conjoined fingers. “Brilliantly done!” he hushed, fully tangling their fingers together. Delphi let out an excited, exhausted gasp.

“It finally completed…I finally got it to completion…”

“And with hardly any effort wasted too,” Professor Volkarin beamed, leaning over her shoulder to examine the wisp more closely. His motion pressed him fully flush with her back, completely entangled around her. However he was far too busy praising her efforts to seem to notice. “Truly brilliant work, your highness. The somatics, the verbal component, your focus. All beautifully applied. If you were to apply this level of focus to all your studies, we could truly-“

He suddenly stopped himself, his eyes resting on their clasped hands. They lingered there for a moment, before traveling up the line of their arms to the place where their shoulders pressed against each other. Delphi followed his gaze, turning her face to look him in the eyes when he reached his stopping point. There, only a breath away from one another, she caught the bob of his throat as he swallowed hard.

They were surely far too close to one another.

“I suppose that concludes this lesson,” he said, taking an abrupt step back. He briskly made his way to the door, stopping only to retrieve his gloves from a small side table. “As I said, that was very fine work today, your highness. I will send Manfred to you with the time and details of our next lesson. Do expect some required reading.”

Before Delphi could open her mouth, he had swept from the room and shut the door behind him, leaving her with only the rapid beat of her heart and a wisp for company.

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