#i wrote this before the session

[heybiji]

Dande says, “I can vouch for you. Do you wanna hold my hand? We can go together.” Fisik asks, “You hold Fisik hand?” Dande says, “Yeah, sure,” holding out his own. Fisik mumbles, “Tall people don’t hold Fisik hand.” Dande replies, “Well, now’s a good time to start.”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd character #dnd art #dnd oc #dnd #dandelion treehollow #terribly affable drow #he's so friendly!! especially toward strangers. it's just he's also very good at scheming when he has to be lol #ugh... i love my boy............. #ravelers #the ravelers #ignore that i wrote the wrong dialogue in the drawing ok #this was the session before #as of last session dande is stressed the fuck out and acting erratic #he is such a character study for me ugh ugh ugh MY BOY!!

[wren-kitchens]

it’s half 2 in the morning and I can’t be bothered to format this here as well lmao for the time being you get a link

#flower husbands #limited life #I wrote this before session 2 #hoax writes

[cassmouse]

Okay. Okay okay okay so I am very very close to the end of Bunny I probably should be finishing it but this is so obscenely horrifying, hallucinogenic and absolutely fucking devastating that I can't physically bring myself to

#I have never seen the written word induce such a feeling of physical dread in me before #I don't even want to know what chokingly horrified noises I was making during my last reading session #(followed by tears btw. ive already cried once from a mix of how upsetting the writer wrote it alongside pure 'this is too much for me') #like this book genuinely with no exaggeration has got me shaking and crying #and I love it?? #like I've said it before and I'll say it again #I can't get over how fucking genius this all is #however it is so intense of an experience that I genuinely can't read it for too long #what a fucking amazing book tho to induce all of that #people who don't read would never understand istg #anyway yeah #more bunny thoughts here guys lmao #fuuuuckin hell #this was written during my breather #will probably finish it later tonight #I will probably cry more #bunny #mona awad #bunny book #bunny novel #bookblr #cass thinks ab stuff

[bayleaf-2]

Have a piece about doubts forming about Ioun's intentions and somehow also Lyra accidentally revealing the idea of saving her. (and their feelings if you squint)

Current word count: 869 Content warnings: Cursing, stuttering Additional stuff: Lyra uses any pronouns, Emily uses she/her, Khunoth uses he/him, Ioun uses she/her

(Under the cut because this is long)

Emily and Khunoth were clearly beating around the bush, not wanting to discuss this in depth with Lyra there.

"I-I could...Like, go back and just ask Ioun if she can hear us. The. If her telepathy range is that far." Lyra says.

They first look at Emily's glass sun, staring at the contraption now covering it. The framing was still there, so it didn't seem like Ioun had finished working on it. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. Lyra thinks they're supposed to feel relief, given what Ioun altering the glass sun...might mean. But...

They look away, pointedly ignoring the pit of dread in their stomach.

Lyra turns their gaze to Emily and Khunoth, trying to read their expressions. Emily looks pissed, which...makes sense. Ioun went behind her back about this, and the 2 of them were on thin ice as is, and- Lyra looks away again. Khunoth looks concerned, (she thinks, it's hard to tell) and deep in thought.

Khunoth locks eyes with Lyra, and for a moment they feel like he's seeing right through them, even though there's not really anything she’s hiding. He then turns to Emily. "Sounds good. Let us know." Lyra swears they see something else in his eyes. Like Emily and Khunoth know something they don't. As much as that bothers him, it makes sense.

"Right," Lyra mutters, and then turns around and walks through the portal.

Was that everything Lyra wanted to ask Ioun about?? Probably not. But they need to get back to Khunoth and Emily soon so he can tell them the answer to the question he came in here for.

Hm. There was "saving" Ioun or whatever they were calling it but no, that was super unlikely to-

He glances back over at Ioun, ears perking up as they pick up a sudden pause in her sentence. He gives her a moment, expecting her to take something back or change her wording.

What they don't expect is her head, currently only a giant floating eye, splitting in two. And then splitting again, and again, and again, until a full face of eyes is looking at them. For a moment, they don't know where to look, gaze flicking between individual eyes.

What is happening??

Then, Ioun's face goes completely empty, eyes gone, and features form into it. Why the hell was she doing that, what caused it-

"You would... save me?"

Fuck.

Immediately, her face feels warm and their hands fly up to cover it.

Fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck leave it to Lyra to forget about mind reading 2 MINUTES after bringing it up-

"alsjfhs I-I mean..kinda?? I. I didn't reallythinkitwould work, but-" (She wanted it to work!! Like really badly!!!! There was just too much to resolve or figure out, especially in the time they all had left, it was so infuriating!! Even if Emily and Ioun could suddenly make amends-)

"...That's very noble of you Lyra. I didn't realize you cared."

With that Lyra thinks he'll just die right here, actually! All these fucking. Battles against literal gods and nope, killed by words. Killed by their feel- No- Focus on something else-

They're searching Ioun’s face and yep, that's genuine surprise, and not the "What the fuck is wrong with you" kind. God they really hope they're not imagining that look of amusement or happiness or whatever the fuck it is. Yeah she's. She's done for oh gods.

"I-I, well..." Lyra really wasn't sure what to say. What are you supposed to say to that!!

Their mind races, scrambling to create some kind of answer. As usual, they only get fragments of sentences or feelings to go off of.

They could confirm that he cared, maybe??? Is that anything??

This wasn't getting her anywhere.

He takes a moment to try and get his thoughts in order. It's then that they notice that they curled in on themself reflexively. Funny how that works.

She readjusts into sitting at least somewhat normally. Their face still feels hot but god, whatever. He's obvious. It's fine. They need their hands to talk with at this point, so there’s no trying to hide it.

Hokay, too much at once. Deep breath.

They try to look back at Ioun at first, but end up using their eyes to emote instead, looking anywhere but her face. For some reason they couldn't hold eye contact right now. "I didn't- There’s too many variables to...Take into account, to fix, but I. I figured??” Hoo boy here’s the hard part. Their gaze goes down to their lap, where her hands are fidgeting with the fabric of her shirt. “You- If I was gonna try, I should like. Ask." Make sure you wanted it in the first place, they think, too flustered to say that last part out loud. Or convert it from thoughts into words. They look up from their hands at her. They wanna keep looking at Ioun's face to try to read her expressions but to be honest it was a gamble if they could hold it. He was sure if anybody else knew about this they would find it hilarious that he was still struggling to talk to her after all this time.

#oh man this plant writes! #im specifically posting this now so i can get it up before my brain overrides it #i know a few of you have seen this one before multiple times even so ill post a smaller one in a sec #the some reason is sarcastic in their mind btw #lyra #maybe to balance out posting gay shit i should post the one that i wrote 2 days before the final session that's just lyra yelling at Ioun #i did a 180 there haha #c: dnd related #fun fact the stuff about curling in on themself was something *I* did just like on accident and im just. rolling with it and making #it something Lyra does yippee the world is a beautiful place #ok i. im going to bed now

[quaranmine]

hoping tomorrow with the combination of day off + snow + cold weather blanket coziness that i can magically bang out some serious firewatch au progress

#putting this out into the universe so im more inclined to follow it #i think my issue is once again #that in order to finish chapter 11 i need a serious chunk of time to focus and write the rest all at once #it's the type of chapter that is difficult to write in 30 min and 1hr chunks of time in the evening before i go to bed #i've gotta put in a 3k word session to keep the momentum and flow instead of chipping away 300 words at a time #and i just havent had that combination of time + inclination in weeks #but tomorrow.... #with chapter 11 and 12 i keep trying to slowly work on them and inevitably every time i do small progress i end up deleting a redrafting it #the only parts of the chapters that have survived are the ones i wrote with hyperfocus in one sitting #cause they are the ones that flow the best and keep the thread of events consistent lol #(i also have to delete maybe 300 words of what i wrote on 12 earlier in the week bc i dont like it. i lost the spirit of the scene i think)

[childishzombiejellyfish]

no but how does anyone get diagnosed with adhd

tried several times and every time there's a moment where i fall off the train

#changed nr and forgot to say and they never wrote to me per email so had to start again #they didnt call and i forgot to double-check so had to start again #therapist dropped me because i needed to start Again for an adhd diagnosis and i didnt have the spoons for ages #other brief therapist gave me some links and i couldnt parse them and then those sessions were over #and around and around and around we go before ever even talking to anyone in the first place #one time i got a Thing saying i needed accommodation for my education and then i had to organise that accommodation myself #so i never got any accommodation #this would be the uk #it's like im picking up a mallet and cartoon-like bonking myself on the head over and over #me #personal

[crewofthegoldrush]

but could we meet by the first of july

Rating: T / PG-13

Campaign Setting: Eberron / Around Khovaire in Fifty Days

Summary:

'It's not as bad as it looks.'

'Really, cause it looks pretty bad.' Monty was a bit surprised she had even answered. Her soulmate had been quiet for quite some time now. 'My MOM even stopped me to ask if you were okay.'

A few beats go by. 'And did she also notice the hickeys all over your neck the other day?'

[lord I've been prayin', for somebody I've never seen]

-

[content warning for various injury related scars]

i told myself I would never write a soulmate au, like i just never wanted to go there y’know, but the tried and true "you share the same markings on your skin as your soulmate" works perfectly with aberrant marks and I couldn't put it down. We've never exactly dwelled on how our aberrant character feels about being so, so I wanted to take a shot at it going in the angsty route. Eberron created a really complex yet so very marginalized group of people, and I wanted to dig a bit into how unfair the world is for them.

not as many pc & npc cameos in this one, I tried a different style that's more serious & vague than usual - but apparently I've decided demetrius is my comic relief

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #eberron #d&d #dnd fics #soulmate au #changeling #dragonborn #why yes i did i need to write the closet scene so that what everyone thought would happen did #idk who'll notice but if youre sharp eyed you might notice Gentry and Rascal's ages dont match up #with when i said they met Monty as kids #yeaaa thats bc i already wrote Gentry's little cameo *before* i #finalized their ages. which gives you an idea of how long this has been in my docs lmao #so…I almost never address ages bc I don't actually know how old Aubrey is #she was noted as 'mid thirties' so i inch along with the assumption that shes about 35 or 36 #since dragonborn come of age at 15 [to a humans 18] #I basically headcanon that Monty being 3 years younger than Aubrey puts them at the same age 'in human years' bc dragonborn age faster #basically theyre both at the same point for their lifespan and that's all that really matters #fun fact Monty was originally like 25ish in session 0&1 #so is this the part where i admit this is the clean version or #montbrey

[rulesforthedance]

It’s none of my business, and I was never even close to this person, and I have no evidence that what she is doing with her life now isn’t just as meaningful, and goodness knows I’m not making music like I once did, and am also pretty boring, but. I feel weirdly disappointed that a person I went to college with is no longer composing and is, as far as I can tell from social media, mostly occupied with being a suburban mom and wife of some kind of finance man. Again, absolutely something I have no business being disappointed by, and a valid life choice. When we were in college, she wrote a requiem for unaccompanied chamber choir. It used traditional latin requiem mass texts and these very spare, crystalline harmonies, until it closed with a setting of Dylan Thomas’ “And Death Shall Have No Dominion.” Lux aeterna ended so so gently and there was a silent moment and then the choir switched to english and in came all this rich gorgeous dissonance and I remember just being dissolved by it. 

#to write that and then not write music! #but I also wrote stuff in college (not music) and then never again #and had five-hour piano practice sessions in college and then never again #a million 'better' composers have written requiems but hers remains one of my favorites #being there for the premier might have been part of it #the magic of being in the room when a piece of music that didn't exist before is performed for the first time

[lord-westley]

get you a friend that will dm prep your sessions for you when you spiral and hate dm-ing but you cant bring yourself to cancel the campaign cause guilt and want your players to still have fun but also screw dm prepping golly "@cam-the-orange-cat take the wheel"

#she only needed an hour to complete it #my last few sessions i wrote took heckin 2 weeks each #i hate her #i love her #thank you cam #even though youre a player #im glad you have memory issues so you wont remember the puzzle #IM KIDDING LMAO #i once told her all the lore like 10 times even the day before the session and she forgets immediately #“its not because i dont love you. its because im stupid” #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dm prep #dming is hard

[bingobongobonko]

i need things to get easier but it wont get better if i dont do anything so i need to do MORE but i barely have the energy to get up in the morning besides to walk the dogs and make sure they've had breakfast and cook at home and clean and FUUUUUCK! like i KNOW i have to do more, i just. i dont mind what i have NOW but i understand i cant do that. i have to do more and i KNOW that

#that and its not financially. sustainable im not very smart so yeah #man #fool's monologue #mental illness tuesday i guess #okaaaay #i will be a member of society i AM a member of society im just bad at it #and i am horrified #for what. many things i dont think ikt would be easy to pinpoint what exactly #just reread what i wrote #am i fucking brainwashed #what areyou talking about. why would u want to be a member of anything #just do your best and understand you cant do everything. you literally cant. youre a person. so fuck it we ball #may not be sustainable but youll GET there. maybe. just dont be an asshole to urself and make yourself feel bad for not like #doing everything. cuz youve tried before and its nearly killed you THRICE #sorry for bystanders this is essentially a therapy session with myself #i just use tumblr as a rubber duck

[nervousyoungtwinfantasydog]

:/

#vent #actually borderline #firstly i’ve been extremely productive musically #wrote 2.5 songs today #started teaching myself audio editing #so that’s nice #found an emdr therapist and my first appt is on monday #im rly rly scared #i know what to expect bc i’ve done a couple sessions before #im just nervous bc i know how exhausting and intense it can be #idk i’m just scared that this next week will unlock too many emotions for me to handle at one time #and it’s right before the semester starts too #perfect :|

[thatone-churro]

i haven’t written in forever, it feels

because i can’t write like i want to.

my favorite poets - i could list names or blogs - weave such intricate creations.

their poetry feels like something special, but they use the same words available to me.

their poetry just… feels. i can’t describe how. and that proves my point.

it's one of my greater faults: i can only seem to write about what i experience. (though that’s never stopped my fiction.)

so how could i go on to write about sitting on the edge of the world, feeling time flow ever onward, watching everything move on and away from you, but sitting still nonetheless, because that spot and that stillness is all you know, and make it all sound like something more than my sleepless rambling?

but there is something i've been writing about, something that hasn’t happened, something i don’t want to happen. i blame good music and my overactive imagination.

but my stomach lurches whenever i write about it, and so i subconsciously hate her for what she hasn’t done, subconsciously hold her to a line she never crossed.

but every time i write about something that hasn’t happened yet, or something i'm scared of happening, it comes to fruition one way or another, so now i fear that my poetry is a vessel of Apollo’s amusement, to my own terror.

and i’ve let slip a “secret” of mine to her,

confessed that i can’t, that i won’t, do it,

but that makes it all more terrifying to imagine happening.

but it would be just my luck to have that happen to me.

so i don’t dare to pick up my pen most days. i'm too scared to ruin something that hasn’t even started yet. lest recounting and writing about a false event becomes more true than the countless dreams i've had about the two of us smiling and holding each other and writing poems together.

but all i can seem to write about lately is that false event, how my poetry isn’t enough, and sad things from the back of my mind that no one wants to read about.

people might enjoy my writing about it – might even praise me for it – if i had a pretty face and a cute voice.

but i have neither. and i have no idea how music actually works. and my voice is only good for shout-singing my favorite punk or rock songs (well, and even then…), not softly singing the sweet melodies of just about anything else, for that matter.

but i write them anyway, in incomplete verses. there's a whole folder in my notes app dedicated to them, just in case i ever get the chance to share them in that medium.

but i don’t share them now. no one follows a poet to hear them tell about the dark parts of their mind; they follow and read their writing to see what whimsical words they use to describe love or how they detail and cast a spotlight on the little, beautiful, bright parts of life.

and yet, here i am, writing over a page worth’s of words that still don’t feel like anything, just spitting out words no one followed me to hear, but once a poet, always a poet, and i know only how to express these feelings in words and shout them over the cliff to whoever might pass below and turn their head to listen, but mostly to the deaf ears who turn to their partners and whisper “ah, there she goes again, rambling and ranting and crying and shouting” because to scream to an empty audience feels different than to write sensations for a following that expects to feel something from my work.

- and behold, i write about i write about things no one wants to hear anyway

#the patron saint of asexual poets is back but with a shitload of undiagnosed depression sorry lol #anyway take this gaggle of words and thoughts to prove that yes i am still writing poetry #its just not as whimsical and cutesy as it was before #because falling for someone will do that to ya lmao #now that i've mostly moved past that stage i don't have as much cute stuff to write #& the ''recent'' poetry i wrote for her is pretty personal; it's responses to the poetry she wrote me #so i don't really care to share them w/ y'all. at least not right now #idk why i'm talking so much no one reads my long poetry anyway #grace's writing sessions #writing #poetry #poems #no specific topics this time; it's just a random train of thought again

[officiallycake-blog]

@thelukester92 Session Impressions sent!

#i wrote them early because i have more to write you this week #but i need your comments first! #:) #happy pc #there's a lot to write before our next session #but what a blessing to have two sessions so close together!

[thedegu]

Crawls out of the word doc covered in blood

Something super lgbt just happened to me

#wrote like five wraw chapers today so probably close to 8k words ballpark? #pluss did the first round edit like four or five chapers before that #so probably pushing 10k words today if u had to guess #i mean i had a five hour long writing session this evening allone #plus the three hour session i had this morning #and between a four hour dnd session #sooo a very creatively satisfying day overall

[shaguro]

⤿ synposis: you can't ever leave the house without giving toji a kiss good-bye.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: fluff fluff fluff. (toji x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names used ( girl, baby, doll) toji's just in love idk. i wrote the majority of this at like 1 am nd barely proofread!!) wc ⇀ around 0.7k!

"girl", toji drawls, cerulean orbs trained on your figure by the front door. he’s manspread on your living room sofa, sitcom on the tv screen long forgotten as he turns his body around, all his attention on you and only you. “aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

“hmm? what are you talking about, baby?” you keep your head low while you fumble with your stilettos, a hand on the wall for balance as you finally slip it onto your stocking-clad foot, the last step before you head out for your shift, the sun just peeking over the horizon.

of course, you know exactly what toji’s talking about. it doesn’t matter where you’re going or whether you’ll be back in ten minutes or a few hours, whether he’s in deep sleep or in the middle of an intense workout session — toji expects a kiss good-bye before you leave the apartment you share. he’s real strict about it too, he doesn’t accept any excuses, no if’s, an’s or buts.

does knowing all this stop you from testing the dark-haired man? absolutely not.

“i packed my work-bag last night and i have the car keys right here, looks like i’ve got-“

“now you know that’s not what i’m talkin’ about,” toji deadpans, completely unamused. barely keeping up the act, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. “don’t play dumb with me, baby.”

you do just that — tilt your head all cute and innocent as you furrow your brows, crossing your arms against your blouse. “i’m being serious though! i dont know what you’re talking about, i swear.”

“girl, please.” toji scoffs, scarred lip almost turned in a scowl. he’s always so sassy when you start to annoy him. “ya really stress me out, y’know that?” in a quick motion, he stands up, stretching out his long arms before he turns to face you. “you don’t know, huh? c’mere and let me remind you, then.”

toji’s tilts his head down. with low eyes and a coy smirk on his handsome face, he beckons you close with a single finger.

you can’t hide your smile now, it spreads ear to ear as you bounce over to him, the click clacking of your heels resounding on the hardwood floor until you reach the plush carpet where toji stood. he wastes no time, cupping his hands on the globes of your ass and tugs your body flush against his. toji’s so warm — he’s shirtless and all his sculpted muscles are on display, flexing when your cold hands glide across his pecs to snake around his neck.

toji leans down and his plump pink lips meet your glossed ones, the strawberry-flavored gloss sat sweet on his tastebuds but he prefers your taste instead, sliding his tongue through your slightly-parted lips with hopes to satisfy his glutinous craving and he’s not disappointed when your tongues mingle. “mm.” never tired of that saccharine taste, toji grunts into your mouth, taking his time kissing you — oddly soft and gentle.

toji pulls away and your lips part, only separated by a string of sticky saliva before he goes back in, giving you one, two, three quick pecks before he’s had his fill.

soft pants fill the air as toji holds you close, foreheads touching. “that jog your memory?”

toji rolls his eyes when you hum happy ‘mmhm!’ in response, hands rubbing on his broad shoulders, your fingertips ghosting the sharp line of his jaw. “you’re a pain in my ass…” he huffs, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his annoyed expression, unable to contain it anymore. it’s just so adorable — an infectious melody that toji prays he’ll continue to hear, for many years to come.

“lucky y’er so fuckin’ pretty . . next time i won’t go so easy on ya.” as if to seal the promise, he lands a heavy smack! on your ass. “toji!” you squeal out, the force of it propels you forward, temple thumping on his toned chest.

it was his turn to chuckle now, soothing the blow with a gentle rub of his palm prior to kissing the crown of your head. “now that i got my kisses . . s’time for you to head out, doll. don’t wanna be late again, hm?”

i'm finally back after disappearing for like a thousand years yayyy (don't beat me up yall pls)

#toji x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #jjk fluff #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡ #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x reader fluff

[mossy-rock-in-a-field]

Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.

Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:

She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks he’s polite and qualifies as “relationship material.” She also REALLY likes the things he’s said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know she’s gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.

She’s playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks it’s hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.

Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesn’t like selling things because “what if I need them.” The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. She’s got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.

She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.

She did NOT get Volo’s lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.

She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold I’ve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that “please someone help me balance my finances my family is starving” tweet but instead of candles it’s thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.

We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I would’ve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didn’t know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)

She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldn’t even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didn’t.)

She’s started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.

She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. She’s enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me “what is Discord” yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.

anyway shout out to my mom for being neat

Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale of waterdeep #astarion #gale dekarios #laq talks #I talk #she stares at me real hard after she makes a choice too #like squinting to see if my expression gives anything away #if it was a good or bad call #I keep my face blank as shit it’s hilarious #I have not told her I’m writing fanfic for this game #nor will I ever #jesus christ