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Hi, what do you all mean a Jersey accent??? I've lived in New Jersey all my life and no one sounds like that. That's like Boston or Long Island 😂 (I mean unless your talking about Way North New Jersey which does have that weird Brooklyn accent rub off on them where the w does come out in Cowffee and Owff)

Though we have some weird as FUCK slang here. Bruce Wayne talking about Jug Handles(going right to turn left), Jimmies (sprinkles) and Bennies (the fucking annoying ass tourists as opposed to Shoebies which is just the word for tourist) would be wild to see.

"God the Bennies are down down for Labor Day weekend. I don't know WHY Gotham Beaches Suck".

"Damian asked what's in Scrapple.* No one tell him."

*Chances are like Damian you don't want to know rather but it is delicious.

ugh i know bruce probably has some lame ass ubiquitous american broadcast voice, but SO BADLY i want him to have just. the world’s THICKEST jersey accent

“jason peetah, swear ta god, i’m gonna cawl alfred and get ‘im to tawk some sense into ya. do you want him to know what you been up to? yeah no. yeah no! ‘swhat i thought! yeh breakin ya butler’s heart!!”

#north and south Jersey are like different states for real #New Jersey slang #Bruce Wayne #batman #batfam

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A depiction of a Character Fawning with an abuser character as a Trauma Response is not 'Glorifying' that abusive relationship. A TEDTALK

Hi yes hello, we need to talk about Angel Dust, Valentino, and Poison.

SO If you think that Hazbin Hotel is glorifying SA and abusive relationships, I understand where you're coming from but you're just objectively incorrect. Point blank. PERIOD. And I'd leave it at that but that won't be enough.

There are 4 trauma responses to abusive relationships; Fight, Flight, Freeze, and Fawn. Fawn is when you appease your abuser. You have no boundaries, you do what they say when they say, you make excuses for them, you have a dangerous co-dependency ETC. Angel's relationship with Valentino is very much fawning. Placating him with the behavior Valentino wants to see from him and dissociating to block shit out goes numb.

"I got so good at bein' untrue

I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear

I disassociate, disappear"

And, not only that, Angel recognizes that this behavior is ultimately destructive. BUT because he's in a contract and sold his soul to Val he CAN NOT GET OUT OF THIS SITUATION. Like most abuse victims, it feels like their trapped.

"Yeah, I know it's poison You're feedin' me poison I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow Up your poison I made my choice, and Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow"

He fawns, he obeys, he drinks his poison, says he loves the poison so the abuse doesn't get worse. He puts on the mask of Angel Dust to try to protect Anthony from more harm. And in order to cope with the situation he's in he gets drunk does drugs and let people spike his drink so he can forget how abusive Val is and how he hates everything.

There is also the fact that abusers tend to do behavior called 'The Honey Moon period." Where they swear they'll change, they shower you with gifts (like fat nuggets the pig) and lulls you into a sort of complacency and that co dependance. And maybe at one point Val was someone who made Angel feel loved and seen to ensnare him in a contract. And he blames himself for that

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Another character that Fawns over their abuser is Fizzerolli. He makes excuses for Mammon, saying that the abuse he goes through is fine. That when Mammon talks down to and manipulates him it's just "how he is". And it's only through the support and love from a healthy partner he's able to break out of that.

And Angel doesn't have that support, not yet.

TLDR: When someone says they're abuser is awesome and he loves being in that position he's in it's not 'glorifying it'. It's showing a fawning trauma response and I will fist fight you over it.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #fawning #unhealthy relationships #fawning is a valid trauma response #trauma response

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Ok I am employed, I am stable and I can get back into writing!!

#keir rambles

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*weeps as I make sure Gale lives so Tara can cuddle on his lap*

BALDUR'S GATE 3 — tara & gale (3/?)

devnote: Gale has died so she's very sad and nostalgic.

#baldur's gate 3 #tara the tressym #gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #bg3 tara

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Accessible DND Assets are Now Live!

While still technically a WIP (who coulda guessed there were so many things to design for lol) I wanted to share what I do have so I can get feedback on what's there and see what everyone would want to be added to the assets.

You'll find the assets in organized folders by type and what disability they're designed for.

There's a form you can submit with any feedback or suggestions.

#dnd #dnd 5e #dnd 5e campaign #dnd 5e character #d&d #d&d 5e #d&d character #d&d oc

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winter ❄️⛄

#call of duty #cod #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap

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Welcome to The Dungeon Dwellers Union!

This Discord server is for lovers of both the Baldur's Gate Series and Dungeons and Dragons as a whole!

We welcome all levels of players and walks of life here and want to create an open and vibrant community. You will be able to share not only your love for the beautiful game Baldur's Gate 3 but also your own creativity, whether that's with writing, art, animation, edits, or other skills.

NOTE: Minors as young as 15 will be permitted in this Server. Therefore you will have to monitor your behavior.

As a community, we strive to be:

⚔️ Bipoc Friendly

⚔️ LGBTQIA Friendly

⚔️ Autistic and neurodivergent friendly

⚔️ BPD, DID and OSDD Friendly

⚔️ Mental Disorder friendly in general

⚔️ Beginner friendly, whether that's with D&D as a whole or new Baldur's gate players.

We Offer:

🔮 The ability to share your characters. Whether they're Tavs or for your D&D campaigns.

🔮 Ample resources for either Homebrew Campaigns or Official sources for D&D editions.

🔮 Many ways for you to interact with and give feedback to staff.

🔮 Channels where you can share mods, Game guides, Screenshots, and more.

Invite Link

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #dnd5e #dnd

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I know you

I walked with you once upon a dream.

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Characters: Gortash, Vesper (durge), Karlach

Ships; Durgetash

Synopsis: Vesper and Enver are reunited. But it doesn't go as well as Vesper Hoped

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Gortash. Gortash...

The name made Vesper's heart ache and they didn't know why. Had they known the man? Had he betrayed them like he did with Karlach? Had he been good to them? A friend? Given their discovery, or rediscovery, of their father's identity a friend like Gortash would make sense. But all the speculation and no solid answers was infuriating. They desperately wanted to have some part of their life to cling to. They'd be able to ask the Lord themselves when they finally reached Wyrm's Rock.

The fortress's main hall was decorated lavishly, and the benches were full of people. The Steelwatch were stomping around the fringes of the room. It would be a disaster to try and take the Lord on in the hall.. Vesper and their party walked up the center aisle, they could feel Karlach getting tenser that growl leaving her lips that meant trouble.

"Not now," Vesper whispered to her. "It's too dangerous in here with all these people. We don't want collateral."

Karlach shot them a glare but nodded forcing herself to relax. Vesper turns their attention forward, toward Gortash and Wyll's father. When the Lord finally caught Vespers eyes the Bhaalspawn watches as several emotions played across the man's face. Recognition, excitement, relief, then calm. He walks towards the group, eyes focused on Vesper. Like they were the only one who was there.

"And here comes my old friend to pay their respects," Gortash said with a smile.

"My respects?!" Karlach spat "you're lucky I agreed to not put my boot up your -"

"My favorite assassin returns to my side,"Gortash continued, ignoring Karlach completely. His eyes still on the sorcerer, anticipating their response.

"What... Hang on. You KNOW each other?" Karlach sounded angry looking between Vesper and Gortash. Vesper was staring at the Lord, searching his face, begging their scrambled brain to pull anything from their memory.

"We have important matters to discuss, my reunion with Karlach can wait."

"You should be talking to her not to me," Vesper said and there was a flicker in Gortash's expression. Like a twinge of pain.

"No offense to my old friend, but it's you I've been dying to see. After all you did leave us some time ago that put an uncomfortable hole in our plan. But.. Orin did mention your memories were quite lost," the lord scowled a moment before he gesture for Vesper to follow him. "Come, we need to have a talk, and it requires some privacy."

Despite karlach's loud protests Vesper follows Gortash gesturing for the others to wait in the hall. They need to know who they were, no matter how ugly it was. And they had a feeling that Gortash wouldn't hurt them.

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The lord's private quarters smelled familiar. The Bhaalspawn stops in the middle of the room and breaths the scent in. Safe. Calming. Vesper stood still, their eyes close, hoping something, anything, came back to them. They remember the scent in the room, sleeping in silk sheets, and gentle fingers in their hair. A quiet voice calling them love, making them feel alive. Happy. Not just a puppet for their fathers machinations.

"Enver," They said after a moment, recalling the lords first name. When they opened their eyes Gortash is standing in front of them, a respectful distance away, with a soft, sad expression.

"I thought.. Gods, your sister told me you were dead," Gortash said his hand half reaching out, as if wanting to touch them but unsure if he should. "I thought I would never see you again. Do you.. do you truly not remember me?" The pain in gortash's voice made them sick with guilt. But vesper couldn't remember Gortash, not in any sort of solid detail. But their heart did ache, and ever since they woke up in the Nautiloid they've felt a pull. A desire, no, a need to get back to someone. Someone important.

"Something happened to me, I don't know what, my memory is fuzzy but," Vesper chances reaching out, their fingers ghosting against Gortash's cheek, "from the moment I awoke with a clear head I knew I was missing something, someone, very important." Gortash's lets out a shaking breath and pushes his face into Vespers palm like it's the only contact he's had in a lifetime.

"I can't believe you're alive, that you're here," Gortash rests his hand on theirs. There was a torrent of emotions in the Lords eyes but he seems hesitant on Acting on any of them given the current circumstances. "But now that you've returned we can continue with our plan." Wait, their plan?

"What do you mean?"

"Right, apologies. I was getting ahead of myself. It was our plan for ruling Faerûn together. You and I came up with using the crown of Karsus on the Elder brain to bend it to our control," Gortash said with such excitement and pride. When Vesper didn't respond, and had an apprehensive expression the smile fades from gortash's face and he pulls away slowly. Even though The lord was a stranger to Vesper at the moment they panicked as he backed away.

"You.. don't seem pleased at that revelation," Gortash's voice became even, he reigned in his emotions.

"I don't remember the planning or the wanting," they say quickly, taking a step towards Gortash, "I do know now, being given a second chance, I don't want to be a puppet for my father. And he was the one to orchestrated my deciding to try and rule Faerûn." The more Vesper spoke the more hurt and withdrawn Gortash became.

"Your father.. he was the reason you helped me.." Gortash spoke quietly, more to himself than to the Bhaalspawn. He grips his arm, and Vesper remembers bloody bandages, and careful stitches. A boy with shaggy black hair and sad eyes looking at them with fear, then relief.

"No! I mean, yes? At the beginning probably," they were reaching out, but every step they took towards Gortash the lord took one step away from them.

"It makes sense that Bhaal would tell you to take care of the pathetic cobbler boy," Gortash sounded angry, and glared at the floor. "Bane and Myrkul drew straws to see who'd be stuck with me, after you softened me up."

"Enver, it wasn't like that!" They didn't actually know for sure. They could only rely on a gut feeling. "I probably was told to keep you alive but I liked you! I.." The look Gortash shot them made their stomach drop. It was anger and betrayal. And it scared Vesper to death to think someone that was so important, so rooted in his past, was about to turn on him.

"Enver-"

"You've said quite enough. I believe we should conclude our discussion for now," Gortash turns away and Vesper grabs his hand. Despite how rigid Gortash becomes he doesn't pull away.

"Please, wait! You were the one thing I knew when I had lost everything else," Vesper squeezes the lord's hand, "you were just a feeling. But it was what kept me motivated to keep searching for who I was. To not just give up. But with my lost memory I had a second chance, I realized I didn't have to be what my father wanted. I didn't have to want what he wanted. I could be my own person and not just be his puppet... Enver we can be more than what our masters want us to be.

"Bhaal, Myrkul, and Bane won't play nice in the end. This empire they want us to build? it has to be a trap... please. We can both destroy the brain and walk away. Build a life we really want together."

Gortash looks back at them with an incredulous expression. "You'd walk away from all that power and defy your father's wishes? The wishes of a god? And... what? Start a happy little life with the person you were tasked with 'keeping alive'?"

"Yes!"

The lord sucks in a breath, his brow furrowed. It was a pretty unbelievable statement.

"I was already defying my father for you Enver," they said softly, "I can't remember the details. But I know.. he wanted me to kill you. To make you suffer and bleed in his name. But I couldn't, not you." Gortash's body was relaxing, but he was still visibly apprehensive. Bane had taken hold of the lordling's soul, he couldn't just walk away from it. Right?

"Your sister has decided to replace one of your party," Gortash finally pulls his hand away. "They intend to kill you and your new found companions."

"Enver.."

"Please. You have more important things to worry about. Find the imposter and stop Orin from killing them and any other members of your group. I know you'd be heartbroken if any of them were to die."

The lord turns away from vesper. "I must return to the great hall, and so should you."

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #durgetash #dark urge x gortash #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate fanfiction

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We won't love you less

Fandom: Baldur's gate 3

Characters: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach (mentioned)

Pairing. Astarion x Halsin x Gale

!Warning! Heavy implications of SA. Light descriptions of de-realization and depersonalization.

Synopsis:

The boys are having some alone time when Astarion has a flashback of his time in Baldur's gate. Stopping the foreplay he fears being reprimanded for his rejection.

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Astarion felt rough hands on his throat; pinning him down. Cobblestones dig into his back as he tries to fight the woman off. But she is much stronger than him in his rat fed state. He begs to not be touched, for her to leave him alone but she only laughs and one hand moves from his throat to travel lower....

"-rion?" The vampire hears a voice. But it was so faint and muffled.

"As-ion a-- you -k?" That wasn't the woman speaking to him. Who was that?

"Astarion?"

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Slowly he was pulled into the present. He wasn't sprawled out in the streets but laying on a soft bedroll in a warm tent. Gale's hands were cradling his face as he sent soothing waves of weave through his mind. It was like how the Wizard saved him when he was being compelled. The man looked worried, and to his left Astarion made out the form of Halsin. The druid was still a little fuzzy but he was inching closer like a worried puppy.

"Gods above, you looked ready to be sick," Gale said his fingers gently brushing some hair from Astarion's face. "Was that neck piece too tight love?" The neck piece in question had been removed and tossed to the side. That was what caused the memory to resurface... Astarion is still trying to ground himself, his eyes darting around to make sure it was only him and his two lovers in their tent. There was no one else.

"Where you back in Baldur's Gate Astarion?" It was Halsin's voice this time. He'd finally come into focus and he looked even more worried than Gale.

"No! No, I'm alright. I just need to catch my breath a minute," Astarion lied so easily, and a smile came to his lips. But it didn't reach his eyes. Saying no had never worked for him. Either he was over powered by brute force or compelled by his master to do horrific things. And if he told Halsin and Gale no, surely they'd stop wanting him. Stop loving him..

"We can continue I just -"

"No." The Wizard and Druid nearly spoke in unison. It was obvious to them that the Vampire wasn't OK. And neither of them were about to force Astarion to do anything. They were met with a wide eyed look from the vampire, like he was about to be reprimanded.

"Oh little star," Halsin manages a reassuring smile, "we're not angry with you." The soothing tone in his voice made Astarion relax a bit. It sounded honest enough.

"Gods the farthest thing from it!" Gale added realizing what Halsin had.

"Ok.." Astarion said softly, the emotions hadn't caught up with him yet. "Can we.. can we not.. for tonight?"

"Of course, we don't have to to do anything," Halsin assured him and Gale nods eagerly in agreement. "Gale, how about you help Astarion get dressed? I'll be back." The druid tugs his breeches and tunic on on before Astarion anxiously grabs his hand.

"Halsin?" The younger elf's voice shook and the Druid brings the others hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles.

"I swear I'm not angry Little Star," he said softly, "I'll be right back. I just have to grab something from my tent." He kisses Astarions knuckles again and leans over to kiss Gale's temple before he slips out of the tent and disappears. Gale looks down at Astarion and smiles tenderly.

"Let's get you dressed," he said softly. The wizard pulls on his own shirt and trousers before aiding Astarion. "I received a tome on the celestial bodies of the Astral plane from Lae'zel. We can read it together if you wish the ink of the book seems to be luminescent so even in the darkened tent we should see it clearly."

For a few blissful moments Astarion was numb to the emotions and anxieties he knew would come. He listens to Gale ramble and tries to focus on the gentle touches as the other aided him in getting dressed. Halsin appeared a few minutes later holding a palm sized bag.

"I know you're not a tea person," the Druid said as he held the bag out to Astarion. "But the scent of the herbs should help you solidify yourself in the present." The vampire accepts the bag and smells it. It was a scent that was sweet but also had a strong spice like cinnamon. It did help him feel more, him.

"Thank you Darling. But.. is that Clive?" Astarion asks as he spots the teddy bear tucked under the elf's arm.

"Ah yes. I didn't get into detail but I told Karlach you were feeling under the weather and she said I could bring Clive to you. She said he always makes her feel better," Halsin said with a chuckle as he offers the teddy out to Astarion. The vampire laughed and accepted the bear, tucked it under his chin.

"Though we're not having sex.. could we still cuddle?"

Halsin wiggles up on Astarions free side and lays beside him. "We can." The vampire presses into Halsin's chest as the Druid takes a moment to stroke his hair and kiss his forehead.

"I was just telling Astarion about a book I was lent on the Astral plane," Gale pulls the book from the stack next to his bedroll. "We could view it together."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Astarion lays between the two men he loved, smelling the small bag and hugging Clive to his chest. Gale, and Halsin seemed perfectly content reading with Astarion tucked between them, There was some skin to skin contact but nothing crass, just brushes of shoulders and arms, some head scratches from Halsin. Eventually though, Astarion's body and spirit synched and the wave of emotions that he'd kept at bay slammed into him. He starts to tremble and the tears started to fall no matter how hard he tried.

"I'm sorry," he said as he furiously wipes at his eyes. He kept apologizing, rubbing his eyes furiously. He was sorry for breaking down, for ruining the other's night by letting past pains cause him to lose himself. That he was just a burden... 'You're just a worthless little boy who'll never amount to anything'...

"Love," Gale bumps his forehead to Astarion's, "you didn't ruin our night. You had a horrible life the last 200 years, with a lot of awful things that left scars. And that's OK, we can go as slow as you need and even not have sex for as long as we have to."

"He's right," Halsin said, "it would have ruined our night if we learned you were forcing yourself into having sex with us when it hurts you."

"But I want to be able to! I want to show love and intimacy, and not have it just be another thing Cazador took away from me," Astarion said frustrated.

"There are many ways to show love and intimacy," Gale said, "sex is just one way. There are many books on the subject." Halsin snorts and Gale gives his shoulder a little push. "I wooed a Goddess I had to know what I was doing!"

Astarian smiles and kisses the corner of Gale's lips, "will you give us Goddess wooing level intimacy tips Professor Dekarios?"

Gale melts, "I will. But Between you both and me.. I prefer sharing these moments with you." He kisses Astarion's forehead, "sex is nice but it can always wait. Until it doesn't bring back painful memories. We won't love you any less."

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate iii #gale dekarios #bg3 halsin #bloodweave #bg3 fanfic #fanfic

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Accessibility DnD Assets are LIVE!

While still a WIP with some things the Class Sheets, Characters sheets, and V1 of Spell Sheets are available for:

Visually Impaired

Color Blind (All 3 types)

Motor issues

If you support my aim to make the DND world accessible for everyone please consider donating to my Ko-Fi.

#bg3 #dnd #dungeons and dragons #accessibility design #tabletop rpg #dnd5e #d&d #d&d 5e

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I have had a migraine all day. If my brain could stop malfunctioning I have shit to do.

#keir rambles

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'It's okay, you can rest. I am not going anywhere.'

#we are delusional in this house. #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x ghost #call of duty #modern warfare iii

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Y'all keep sleeping on the fact Alfred Pennyworth is ex-Spec ops and a pilot. Him kicking some punks ass isn't 'out of character'. He is also the only person allowed to have and use firearms and batman can't find all the firearms hidden around the manor.

#alfred pennyworth #dc comics #dceu #dc animated universe #dc animation #alfred batman #batman #batman comics

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My Durge would kill Gortash's parents. The fury they feel towards them is unparalleled by anything else.

#keir rambles #durgetash #durge

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I knew you liked me

Fandom: BG3

Characters: Enver Gortash

Ships: Durgetash

Warnings: none

Synopsis; During one of their nights together, Gortash has a nightmare

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Vesper was practically purring; tangled up in the sheets with Gortash. Though it seemed they hadn't been the only one.. there was perfume still soaked into the pillows. A light feminine scent. The Bhaalspawn did their best to ignore it. They knew Gortash longer and better than anyone, and no matter what pretty things the lord took to bed, Gortash never let them in like he did with Vesper. Or... maybe the Bhaalspawn was so desperate for any scraps of affection he was deluding himself. Either way, vesper relished in the feeling of warmth and skin to skin contact.

Suddenly the man grunts, and his brows furrow. His voice came out as a panicked whisper, "..no.." Vesper turns their gaze up at the man. Despite speaking the other's eyes were still closed.

"Gortash?"

"Stop.. don't. Leave them alone.." Gortash continued to mumble, his breath picking up. The Bhaalspawn watches in fascination for a moment, Gortash was having a nightmare. About someone being hurt? How odd. Gortash never really cared about anyone in that manner. He'd hurt anyone if it gave him an edge. Vesper included.

" -do what it takes.. don't hurt them.." his hands ball into fists and start to shake, "Bane.. Please,no!"

As strange and fascinating as this phenomena was, Vesper knew they best wake Gortash up. They prop up on one elbow and run their fingers through Gortash's hair calling his name.

"Enver? Wake up little tyrant."

The man jerks awake twisting Vespers arm away from him and shielding himself. The twist didn't hurt Vesper any and they had to chuckle a bit. The lordling was agile but not strong enough to cause any damage to the Bhaalspawn.

"It's alright Enver, it's just me," the half elf spoke softly as Gortash regards him with an expression between fear and confusion. Gortash sits up suddenly, his hands and eyes tracing over the Bhaalspawn skin in a panic. Was he checking for weapons? A smart move. Bhaal did curse Vesper with insanity some nights.

"Enver?" Vesper tried to get the lord's attention. But the man was still too lost in his own mind to hear them properly. It wasn't until they grabbed the man's face between their palms that he finally met their gaze. "Enver!" The half elf's thumbs stroke the man's cheek bones, "it's OK. You were having a nightmare. I'm not here to hurt you. "

Gortash looks down at them, realization registering in his expression. He lets out a half sob of relief as he kisses Vesper, truly kisses them. Vesper's breath caught in their throat, that wasn't what they were expecting. They close their eyes and kiss him back with a soft happy noise. When they break apart Gortash bumps his forehead against Vesper's and closes his eyes.

"I thought... Hells, I thought Bane had killed you," Gortash said his voice shaking. An arm looped around Vespers waist as the other kept the lord propped up. "I.. I was failing what he wanted me to accomplish, and he killed you in retribution. I couldn't move. I couldn't... It was so real."

The admission made Vespers heart jump. They were who Gortash was having a nightmare about? Heat ran up the Bhaalspawn's neck and they let out a nervous giggle. One of their hands went to the nape of Gortash's neck, anchoring the lord where he was.

"I'm right here, Enver," Vesper assures the man, "I am not leaving you anytime soon."

"You better not," Gortash manages a smile "I'd rather not be stuck with your sister."

"I knew you liked me."

"I do. I like you very much. "

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fan fiction #bg3 fanfic #gortash x durge #durgetash

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Kailus

Mephistopheles Tiefling

Grave Cleric, Serves Kelemvor.

Epitome of the Stereotype of Clerics. Very kind and open, helps those in need, speaks rites over the dead and helps those who are grieving. Will get very feisty with those who are cruel to Tieflings or children. (He had a fun time killing Kagha)

Born to a minor noble family who treated him terribly for being born a Tiefling. Suffered constant abuse and neglect until they left him to die in the wilds at 8 years old. Kailus was later found by a Cleric of Kelemvor and was adopted by them.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #my tav #isn't he cute? #baldurs gate 3 #dnd5e

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Q: Why are you using your Tav's/Durges instead of keeping things vague so everyone can picture their characters in that situations? (Reworded to be less rude if a question)

Answer:

First off I want to.

Second by having an idea of what a character looks like and what their personality is I can write more meaningful, and detailed fanfics.

And Finally, you can always request I write something between a character and your tav. While I don't guarantee I'll write it you can still ask.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #writing #fanfic writers #bg3 fan fiction #tav #durge #bg3 durge