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"Life has a funny way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?" - maybe something set in Act 3?

Nocturne had never known why Mother Superior kept the two of them imprisoned.

They called out to Selune, sure. But most of her deluded followers were tortured for a fews weeks, max, before finally being put out of their misery. These two had been there for as long as Nocturne had. Mother Superior actually put effort into making sure they stayed alive. A consideration Nocturne would have killed to get from her, and one the prisoners understandably didn’t seem to appreciate.

The other name they called out was completely unfamiliar. So Nocturne didn’t understand until Shadowheart brought them to the dormitory.

She’d seen the three of them together before. But now, with Shadowheart looking as damaged as the two of them were, the resemblance was suddenly obvious. Nocturne’s stomach drops as she watches Shadowheart lay the woman on a bed. The man sits down next to her and looks placidly up at his daughter.

“Shadowheart—” Nocturne begins. Shadowheart looks up at her. She’s trembling, she’s been crying, she looks like a cornered animal.

The scar on her hand is still burning.

“She—my mother,” Shadowheart says. “She’s so weak. Can you help her?”

Nocturne nods and kneels down in front of the bed. The woman’s eyes are vacant and unfocused which is good, because Nocturne’s not sure she could stand being recognized.

Shadowheart’s always been the real healer. Nocturne just keeps the potions alphabetized. If there was something specific Shadowheart thought was wrong with her, she’d have said what it was.

Nocturne uncaps a healing potion and brings it up to the woman’s lips. With a word from Shadowheart’s father, her mother opens and lets Nocturne pour it down her throat. She smiles when Nocturne takes the bottle away.

When she stands up, Shadowheart is standing so close behind her that Nocturne’s horns bump into her chin.

“Is she alright?” Shadowheart asks quietly.

“Yes,” Nocturne says. She takes Shadowheart’s hand, and she follows unquestioningly when Nocturne moves them a few meters away.

“She’s just—” Old. Tired. Broken. Not what you deserve. How could this possibly be worth it?

“She’s just really tired,” Nocturne tells her, “and she’s been through a lot. Just get her somewhere she can have a lie-down for a while. She’ll be okay.”

Shadowheart nods.

“The same goes for you.”

Shadowheart nods. Nocturne cups her face and guides Shadowheart’s focus back to her.

“Kid,” she says, “I’m not joking. Rest. Just for a little while.” And when Shadowheart nods, Nocturne adds, “you were like this before too, you know.”

“A fool?” Shadowheart asks.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I meant. You were just a real moron.” Shadowheart doesn’t laugh, but she’s not shaking anymore. Nocturne counts it as a win. At least someone’s leaving this deathpit a little less afraid.

“Take care, okay?” Nocturne tells her. “Please.” Shadowheart nods. She returns to her parents, and supports her mother as they walk out of the cloister.

They are almost out of earshot when Shadowheart’s mother says, “She seems like a very nice girl.”

#thank you 💜 #bg3 #fic #orig

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#judaism

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#bg3

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Entei, Pyroar (Female), and Houndoom ko-fi doodle for Kaitlyn!

I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

#pokemon

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Beneath the Dawn ☀️😴

#fe3h #edelgard von hresvelg

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Hecate, my beloved.

#hecate #hades

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These are the actual colours I painted with, but I played around a bit with gradient maps to get a few variations... I like them all, and cannot really decide which I prefer. Ref is from this.

#art #magic

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There are two bits of Destiny dialogue that haunt me forever:

1. Caiatl: “Survivors like us are like embers in the dark.” Fauxsiris: “Delicate.” Caiatl: “Defiant.”

2. “Eris Morn, finally out of her shell. It looks good on you, honey.”

#destiny 2 #savathun really just brings out the best in people :) #orig

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Wyll is not well-adjusted he is repressed and there is a difference

Sometimes being nice... is worse!

Does wyll forgive his father. Does he even know. Does he let himself feel that pain out loud. Does he let his Father see how much he hurt him. How much that will always hurt him

He hasnt told anyone about mizora in seven years. He doesn't talk about other punishments from her. He doesn't defend himself when u call him a liar, a hypocrite, a monster.

Suffering in silence is still suffering. And he's had to deal with a lot of silence these past seven years

He was a homeless disabled queer teenager with a literal devil that STILL follows him around and he ONLY says no to her bc he doesn't want to kill an innocent person. And he tells you he's scared for himself after he doesn't kill karlach. That there will be a reckoning for him. He says it in a vague riddle bc he can't even tell u about mizora

Like he's been hunting devils since he was 17 and he doesn't even talk about avernus or devils except to talk about how evil and cruel and vicious and dangerous they are like hmmmmm I wonder how he knows that. I wonder

Like there are some people who never talk about their trauma but it doesn't mean they're well adjusted it just means that despite all wylls poetry, he doesn't know how to express how deeply he's been hurt. And that's sad!

He can say the most beautiful words to support u and tell u how he loves u, how devoted he is to other people, how proud of them he is

But when it comes to himself. I just did what was right. What's done is done. Let's keep moving

And u know that's certainly one way to get thru it but also he just dismisses his own needs and weaknesses and soul like that

Damn you can't even tell him you're proud of him the whole game. U can't give him a hug. U can't tell him you'll take care of him for a change. Fuck broe

#bg3

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Tigre jouant avec une tortue, 1862, Eugène Delacroix

#art

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Evil Drow mommy

#bg3 #minthara baenre

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Pitch: durgetash sickfic where eating all those room temperature dead people finally catches up with them

#the real slayer is prion disease #bg3 #orig

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his blessings, an act of divine amusement

#bg3 #minthara baenre

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My fan design of Prism Grimpoppy from Critical Role!

#critical role

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“For the Empire.”

Edelgard von Hresvelg

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

#fe3h #edelgard von hresvelg

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werewolf!shadowheart my beloved

#bg3