DOWN FILLS THE GROUND

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#OAKFORGED : independent and private 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐍 from larian studio's BALDUR'S GATE III — written and adored terribly by LU ( twenty - six / any pronouns / cst ). a focus on garden's aesop, blood on bitten tongue, and hope sprouting eternal.

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this   account   is   beta   editor   oriented   and   twenty   plus. heavily headcanon reliant, with inspiration from game + tabletop canon.

01.ㅤ| ㅤㅤdisclaimerㅤ : ㅤthis is a private and selective roleplay blog for the druid halsin from larian studio's baldur's gate 3, written by lu. the only materials i own here are the writing and characterizations of this muse as of august of twenty - twenty three.

i do follow deleted EA lore that is very specific to the connection between halsin and the thorms. this does not need to carry to each isobel or ketheric that follows this account, but it will be the default when it comes to plotting with my specific timelines for my halsin.

02.ㅤ| ㅤㅤcontentㅤ : ㅤthis blog may cover triggering and / or sensitive subjects from time to time, such as: violence, horror, death, sexual situations, religious imagery, abuse mentions, etc. and they will all be tagged as content / or nsft /

03.ㅤ| ㅤㅤsafe placeㅤ : ㅤthis will remain as a -phobia/ism free space, please don’t follow me if you support or aid in the spread of any type of transphobia, homophobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, etc.

i'm also VERY liberal with the block button and will curate my space how i feel i need to. for my own health and sanity, it's a must.

04.ㅤ| ㅤㅤactivityㅤ : ㅤbecause things are always busy for me irl, i’ll only be semi-active. sometimes i’ll be gone for a day, a few days, sometimes a few weeks – but even still, i’d still like to carry on threads here when my muse is flowing, so i hope you can understand!

05.ㅤ| ㅤㅤanother noteㅤ : ㅤthough it isn’t the main goal of this blog, i do ship based on chemistry. i'm a bit more picky nowadays when writing halsin ships- but whether it’s romantic, antagonistic, or platonic, i welcome all sorts of relationships to build through our muses! i don't practice exclusivity, but i may be inclined to have mains once we're comfortable and familiar with each other, so please! write with me!

this being said, i will reserve any ic romantic/sexual encounters to be with muns and muses over the age of 21. never be afraid to reach out to me with ideas! if you see it, i likely do too!

06.ㅤ| ㅤㅤanother noteㅤ : ㅤthere will be no bear smut here. do not ask about bear smut, i'm being so real with you.

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@darkdevour : i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo.

for some, it's to say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, in which parting from a loved one encourages such people's affection to flourish ; for him, it's that same absence that makes the heart all the more lonely. all the more desolate. waves of own heart tried and whisper to him for so long, creeping up to the land and pulling itself back in turns night after night- but halsin tried not to listen. he’d long turned his back to them and ears became deaf to the ocean wind’s soft croons.

but now? now the tide rises, and the druid has been swept in again by her. it draws him in and he sinks deeper and deeper, lungs gulp down its fill of the body that drowns him so. VASYA FILLS HIS VERY LUNGS / she's in his veins and stomach and nose and ears. she is in every part of him, swallowing him whole until there's nothing left but their ever-turbulent waters.

the sway of solid body is what lures halsin from meditated slumber and sun's rays kiss at closed lids- but they never hold a candle to velvet lips that travel his skin and calls the druid to wake. sweet morning sighs are low and breaths mix in light of comfort ; limbs reach outward and there's a groan that leaves him before he captures her in crushing embrace.

skin to skin, limb in limb — vasya is the tide rising. halsin is swept away.

they shift subtly, slowly, in the small confines of their cot and hands slide so tenderly across sure surface of his lover's skin as though they've never travelled a terrain softer than she. he doesn't yet settle his gaze upon her, rather he takes the time to fill his lungs with her scent as she surrounds him. to become enshrouded with her warmth as she holds him close. it's only when halsin finally looks upon his treasure, that the druid catches her lips in chaste kiss. and in another. another.

mouths move in languid tandem of each other, separating naught but for low breaths and whispers of affections made only for their ears. druid shifts and she lays beneath him, body lax and nary a muscle exerted as they fall into one another once more. space between them is non-existent, hands once again finding home on lovers' body after so, so long. they touch and they kiss and they drink each other in, so sure to drown in each other.

" i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me," she speaks in whispers, voice hoarse as if her words were thorns shredding her throat. " that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. " halsin doesn't answer. he can't. he instead but silently cradles her cheek in his palm and he tenderly kisses the wetness at the corner of her eye. i will always come back to you, it said, time and time again. no matter how many worlds away. no matter how many centuries apart. although his heart is one that will always suffer at her hands, he can only continue to happily bleed at her feet. in their whirlpool of what they call love, she knows ... should always know ... halsin will never be freed from her current.

they don't cry in each other's arms like they'd both dreamed of doing for those years apart, and vasya wastes no more breath begging and bargaining for his pity ... for now, halsin only swallows her sighs & returns own as he pushes inside her. it's tender, slow — slick from new wetness aiding in gentle easing of halsin's intrusion with the goading of vitality of their night prior. this heat spreads, fire licks at his loins as he pushes further into her.

they indulge in their unhurried pleasure as sun continues to peak past arched window's opening, but they do not dare to stop. cannot bring themselves to as they pull one another deeper into each other's depths, content on being swept away.

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i miss halsin saurrrr bad it makes my stomach hurt.

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i miss halsin.

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Halsin tummy truthers rise

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ㅤㅤㅤIGNORANCE. SACRIFICE. some days it's harder, let's face it . . . ( IT'S ALL ABOUT ME ! ) deeply into your own. deep within me. # tactition : ignis scientia. crown advisor.

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indie / selective / private "tav" from baldur's gate III written by emma

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much to say about this line of dialogue in which (presumably resistant) durge says to him, "i'm not much of a hero... those i look after seem to end up dead." to which halsin replies, "death is nature's final slumber- it awaits us all. do not punish yourself over those lost, or give in to despair- not while there are still folk in need of your help."

and honestly knowing halsin's background, that's... an interesting thing for him to say. especially since he suffers from much self loathing and imposter's syndrome as he's consumed with guilt with lives lost due to the shadow curse (which, in my current canon was in/directly caused by him), going so far as to leaving the entire grove in someone else's hands to chase some hack leads in their greatest time of need.

time and time again, he's punished himself for the past. time and time again, he's given into despair. it manifests through his implied alcoholism, through his own self isolation. through keeping his glaive, sorrow, so close even though he can no longer stand to look at it.

there's so many ways in which halsin kind of.. traps himself in his own grief that he doesn't truly free himself from until after the curse is lifted. and so, at this point in which he meets tav for the first time and comforts and empathizes with them with these words- it's just interesting to me. because halsin truly believes this sentiment to be true, but it's easier to console another than believe he is capable of such freedom.

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you ever think about how haIsin lost his family young, and whether he remembers his siblings’ childhood names as opposed to their chosen adult names. you ever think about how he canonically talks so fondly of his mother as opposed to his father, but loves and misses them so deeply still.

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haIsin’s mother made him eat so many turnips as a youth and that’s why he has such a strong and loud dislike for them now.

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haIsin seeing isobel alive at last light inn and going near catatonic when she introduces herself to him. haIsin not knowing if he should beg forgiveness or hide away the blood on his hands that she doesn’t seem to remember him shedding.

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love talking about fat bears love talking about fat bear haIsin love talking about hal’s metabolism slowing down a lot more in the winter so his body maintains a lot more fat since he won’t eat or drink much throughout the season LOVE to talk about him packing on weight and putting off a lot of heat and him just. being a fat bear.

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^ guy who says “don’t mind if i do!” and wiggles his fingers reaching for the snack you offer him

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Baldur's Gate 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios

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thinking about him <3

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good morning i have work soon.. but i’m thinking so much about how much of haIsin’s family perished when he was younger, and so he barely remembers their names. he’d come from a rather ancient bloodline, but they slowly thinned out due to illness or tragedy.

he hadn’t spent nearly enough time with his grandparents, and he hardly remembers the names of his brothers and sisters (their adult names, rather, but their childhood titles stayed with him longest). haIsin respected his father, but adored his mother.. giving himself her title after her passing while keeping the name she’d given him at birth.

they’re all buried alongside each other beneath the grandfather tree in the high forest and from a young age, was likely led to the emerald grove in which he’d spent the rest of his time.

hal is no stranger to tragedy and loss, and with each dreadful event after the other that takes place in his life, it’s no wonder he carries the belief that nothing good lasts forever.