They say it's still out there, roaming the unaffiliated zone, waiting to sideswipe the unwary traveler…

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They say it's still out there, roaming the unaffiliated zone, waiting to sideswipe the unwary traveler…
I’ve been saying for YEARS that if anyone should be writing drow it’s Samantha Shannon and she just came out and begged to do a Minthara book.
*temples fingers*
Allow me to posit that Iris is complete ass at flirting and indeed has negative game so severe that on several occasions Perihelion has had to soft reboot from secondhand embarrassment
Small peek of the angry purple lady<333
making a collection
adding to the collection
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
this for real fucking works
Apparently this one fuckin works, and who am I to argue with the collective agreement of tumblr. Will report back if good things happen.
If only my favourite game of all time had my favourite character of all time...
Happy belated women's day to Minthara and Minthara's lovers only.
In fairness, if I were BG3 Viconia I would also hate Shadowheart's guts. You spend 100 years in loyal service and then get thrown aside because Shar will not stop trying to make this girl Sharran.
And she is. Terrible. At. It.
'Mistress, we've had to send her to have her memories reset for the fifteenth time this month.'
'Mistress, she won't stop defending the trans girl no matter how many times we remind her that she's supposed to be driving her into misery and isolation to better embrace your teachings. We keep telling her that acceptance of diversity and befriending minority groups is Selûnite behaviour and she's still doing it.'
'Mistress, she's cooing over fluffy animals again. She just saved another cat that got hit by a cart. Now she's trying not to cry over it.'
'Mistress, she cannot lie to save her life and I'm convinced it's inherent and immutable. I've been training her for 30 years and she still keeps outing herself as Sharran in public. It's basic doctrine!'
'Mistress, this is a complete waste of res- no, I'm not questioning you! ...but it's been 30 years and we're using up so many torture implements and spell components putting her back on the right track, I'm sure temple funding could go to less taxing things?'
'Mistress, p l e a s e.'
But Shar cannot be convinced she's ever wrong and is determined to prove that she's inherently better than her sister and will cut off her nose to spite her own face; so Viconia has to keep pushing that boulder uphill. Time for re-education session #984!
I mean it's horrible for Shadowheart, but it's also so hilariously stupid on Shar's end. Sure she might win and corrupt Shadowheart, but oh my god this time and effort could've gone to better use.
"is that one of your ancient githyanki sayings?" "yes it's vlaakith's favorite song" karlach and lae'zel you will always be famous (x)
a thing about me is I used to play ice hockey and I thought about minthara as a goalie and then this happened. BEHOLD a the bg3 characters all play professional ice hockey an AU. The first tierlist is what position they play and the second is what they did to end up in the penalty box
Sometimes you’re a lesbian but men existing and being pathetic triggers some sort of instinctive prey drive in your brain and this can easily be mistaken for attraction. Move over comphet and gender envy. It’s time for “I want to bat this man around like a cat toy so that must mean I’m sexually attracted to him”
my sweet girl and by sweet i mean evil and crazy 🩵🕸️
One of the few things Wyll mentions about his past is that when he was fourteen he got so drunk he puked in Dillard Portyr's bushes. This is meant to be just a funny throwaway line, that's it.
But this line haunts me.
First, Dillard Portyr is a Duke of Baldur's Gate. In fact, Portyr is one of the longest running Dukes of Baldur's Gate (for some strange reason Dukes tend to die often under horrible and/or mysterious circumstances in Baldur's Gate). Portyr was Grand Duke before Ulder Ravengard, until (for some inexplicable reason) he abdicated that position. So any party Wyll is attending at the Portyr's house is probably for good reason.
But surely there's no important event that occurred when Wyll was fourteen that we know of—
Just kidding, there absolutely is. Arguably one of, if not the most important event of Wyll's childhood.
You see, Wyll would have been around fourteen when his father, Ulder Ravengard, was elected to Duke.
An election that only happened because the prior head of the Flaming Fist—Abdel Adrian—was assassinated.
Now Abdel Adrian was a beloved member of Baldur's Gate. He was a retired adventurer, who had gone on to lead the Flaming Fist and then become Duke. One of his nicknames is literally The Hero of Baldur's Gate. As Blaze of the Flaming Fist, Ulder Ravengard was his second in command. There is no world in which Abdel Adrian and Wyll are not familiar with one another. It is likely that they were close and probable that Wyll regarded him as one of his personal heroes. And then Abdel Adrian was assassinated on returning day in 1482 DR, in front of a large crowd of Baldurians. Except assassinated isn't quite right. You see Abdel Adrian was a Bhaalspawn, overcoming his parentage to become a hero of Baldur's Gate. Bhaalspawns are compelled to seek out other spawn destroy them and it was a fellow Bhaalspawn who attacked him. Eventually one of them emerged victorious from the fight but we do not know which one. The other turned into a Bhaalspawn Slayer and attacked the crowd before eventually being slain by the Flaming Fist and a nearby group of Adventurers.
Let that sink in.
Wyll was almost certainly in said crowd on that day. His father would have most likely ushered him away, perhaps into the care of someone he trusted, before going to join the fight himself. Many people were killed in the ensuing fight, including many of the Flaming Fist. It is very likely Wyll knew several of the people who died, he definitely knew Abdel Adrian.
And there would be no time to mourn. As soon as Abdel Adrian's death was confirmed, Ulder Ravengard would be acting Marshall of the Flaming Fist and on his way to being voted in as Duke. Suddenly everyone and anyone would be interested in getting to know Wyll, pegging him as an easy ticket to get at his father. And meanwhile Wyll is suffering the loss of some of the most important people in his life.
Likely a celebration would be held in honor of his father's new position. It would make sense for it to be held by the Portyrs. And then Wyll is suddenly thrust into a celebration with little supervision, his father being dragged off to play politics. And so maybe he has a little too much to drink, because everyone wants to talk to him and Wyll just wants to mourn in peace.
And in the end he throws up in Dillard Portyr's bushes. And now, years later, Wyll plays it off for laughs. It's funny, really, when you think about it. His father's big day and Wyll's just off puking in the bushes.
Wyll is always playing his suffering off for laughs.
Maybe it's a silly throwaway line.
Or maybe it's not.
So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.
I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.
@aspengrown this is the rawest possible addition to this post thank you
and also:
cat love as in I am small and scared and all of my instincts and my experience and your vast power say you're a threat but I am choosing to trust in your kindness despite my fear. you could kill me with one hand but I know you won't.
cat love as in I can tell you are upset and I don't understand why so I will sit stiffly beside you and awkwardly provide the only reassurance I know how to give. I am uncomfortable with every single moment of this but it is what you would do for me.
cat love as in I am small and powerless but I will curl up back to back with you and stand guard while you sleep and I will mean it with every fiber of my being.
my cat Nepenthe was a former stray behavior case at risk of euthanasia because she kept mauling potential adopters. on her second week in my apartment--having already attacked me multiple times without provocation, I will add, I wasn't special, she needed genuine help--she slinked out of the bedroom yowling at me. when I went to check on her she kept walking back and forth until I followed her, where she insistently paced between my feet and her hidey-hole in the back of my dresser, increasingly distressed. about three seconds after she gave up and hid, an absolutely torrential rain front hit. she didn't understand yet that we couldn't get wet inside. she'd been trying to warn me.
she didn't know me yet, but she knew I hadn't yelled at her when she hurt me. she knew I hadn't tried to hurt her back. she didn't understand why she was attacking me; those episodes probably scared her more than me. she knew I "shared" food with her, and that I asked before touching her. and she went out of her way to bring me into her safe space, to protect her friend.
cat love as stiff hesitant uncertain acts of service that are devastating in their sincerity, as well.
the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.
(psst, the people tying everyone to the tracks are going to try to convince you that stopping them is just another trolley problem. It's not.).
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
Hope it works