Who I Would Like To Be:

The moon is shy (revised), 2025- mixed media (watercolour and colour pencil) on hand made cold pressed paper.

This painting was inspired by a beautiful photo by @raethanbhanneth.

Some lore: in my sapphic, tumblr ridden soul, the sun and moon are lovers. They get to see each other for only a few hours each day in the quiet hours of dawn and dusk. And when they part, the sun leaves golden kisses on her lovers skin, a tender reminder etched in the freckles on her cheeks. ❤️

Very normal bg3 activities...

The BG3 fandom has to be one of the horniest fandoms out there. Not that I'm complaining. I love you little freaks.

Watching Xena makes me even gayer

BG3 Companions as Weird Old Newspaper Clippings (courtesy of yesterdaysprint)

Wyll:

Karlach:

Gale:

Halsin:

Lae'zel:

Shadowheart:

Astarion:

Jaheira:

Minsc:

Minthara:

out in public looking tortured

“Don’t get mad if I fall asleep on you” for Jaheira/NF

Jaheira’s curled up on Astele’s bed—not wildshaped, not surreptitious, just Jaheira. She smiles like this isn’t something novel and also fucking insane. This isn’t what they do. She shows up late at night sometimes, sure, but not late at night when she’s got adventurers to herd, tucked up at the Elfsong doing whatever other insane charity work needs their attention. She doesn’t have time for things like this.

She’s not wearing her fuck-me lingerie, and it is psychologically damaging for Astele to realize that they’ve been doing this for enough time that she can tell how Jaheira’s feeling based on what she’s worn to bed. Fuck-me lingerie—pretty self-explanatory. Green adventuring leathers—business only, and she’s usually paired them with a grim expression that’s nothing like the drowsy smile Astele sees now.

She’s wearing a smile. A smile, and a soft, summer-green blouse with gauzy sleeves, clearly designed for relaxation, possibly at least fifty years out of style. On anyone else, it would look absurd. Jaheira can’t look absurd to Astele.

“Don’t get mad if I fall asleep on you,” Astele says, shoulders up. “Been a hell of a day even with the Stone Lord gone. And there’s worse coming.”

“I know,” says Jaheira. She stretches out her legs on the bed and pats the spot next to her.

Astele sits down.

Jaheira touches her face. “You do look tired,” she observes, but not in the usual tone of voice. A different one.

“Is this because we’re all going to fucking die?”

“Perhaps.” Jaheira’s fingers brush her cheek. No one else in the world is allowed to touch Astele like that, she decides, and then realizes there’s an else in that sentence. “Perhaps I just missed you.”

lae’zel and minthara have extremely biteable ears

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"here's the immensely time consuming 100K word novel-length passion project I'm working on between my real life job and family! It eats up hundreds of hours of my one and only life, causes me emotional harm, and I gain basically nothing from it! Also I put it on the internet for free so anyone can read if they want. Hope you love it!" :)