qathryn; 30s; Queens Honey 🍯; hermit by the sea 🌺🌊; in love with Gale Dekarios
Fav BG3 party: Gale (my loyal wife), Karlach (my little princess), Astarion (and who could forget dear Rat Boy) + Halsin (my husbear)
my writing: queenshoney on AO3 (registered users only) + masterpost + tag
BG3 Dialogue You've Never Heard: masterpost + tag
Gale plushie adventures, since people seem to like these :p
occasional fields of mistria, BG3 tomodachi life, dragon age, and mass effect
mod recs: BG3 | Dragon Age: Origins
My Tavs
Silmarien Telcontar-Telerin
The Starlight Maiden
intro + tag + starlightweave
High Half-Elf 💫 Sage 📖 Storm Sorceress 🌩️ Gale romance 💜
Isidro Prudencio Aguilar
The Paladin of Helm
intro + tag + lion & bear + two dumbasses in waterdeep
Human 🌎 Noble 👑 Oathbreaker -> Oath of Devotion 🛡️ Halsin romance 💚
Arasene
The Wandering Warrior
intro + tag
Wood Elf 🌲 Soldier 🪖 Fighter ⚔️
Xanaphia Zau'ghym
The Little Monk
intro + tag + bloodmoon
Seldarine Drow 🩰 Acolyte 📿 Monk 👊 Astarion Romance ❤️
Prince Rivera
The Giggle of the Gate
intro + tag + chuckleheart
Wood Half-Elf 🍃 Entertainer 🎭 Bard 🎻 Wild Magic Sorcerer 💥 Psionic Warrior, Most Powerful in the Realms 🧠 Shadowheart Romance 🤍🖤
Arakka
The Golden Scourge
intro + tag + web of gold
Half Orc 🐗 Criminal 🔪 Swashbuckler 🏴☠️ Minthara Romance 😈
Seriously though, the way some people treat liking media as if it has an expiration date is so weird to me. And three years is still so recent in the grand scheme of things anyway, actually!
Improving my mood greatly by looking at a virtual tour of the apartment complex I want to move to next year and oh my god the 2nd floor apartments have NO CARPET AT ALL not even in the bedrooms 😭 you don't know how much this means to me, down here in the land of apartments stuck in 2002.
And even tho I've looked at this tour several times, I only now just realized BOTH bathrooms HAVE MEDICINE CABINETS. Another luxury not found down here.
ALSO the master bath has a shower w/ GLASS DOORS not just a curtain!, the 2 bedrooms AND the living room have a NICE CEILING FAN (not the cheapest blandest white one available), and EVERY ROOM has lights in it. Yes. My current apartment did not come with lights in the living room or bedroom 💀. Good thing I just so happened to have a couple lamps.
So perhaps this paints a picture of how shitty my current apartment is, so you can understand why I'm excited over medicine cabinets, "luxury vinyl", lights, fans, and shower doors lol.
Also it's a 2 bed full 2 bath for less than $100 more per month than I pay now 🤣 . For this 1 bedroom dump with 10 year old carpet that hasn't been renovated since it was built in like 2004 💀. And in bum fuck no where to boot. Idk why I didn't look at actual cities back when I moved here. Maybe I did and they were too expensive? I hear ironically rent has gone down where I'm moving to, bc so many people left bc it got too expensive lol. I will miss my amazing view when I move tho 😩 But I'll be 2 miles from the beach, and in a small city instead of bumfuck no where lol. I'll be 30 mins from the airport, a fine arts museum, a Dalí museum, and a western history museum 🥺
I got about 6 days of relief from my autoimmune condition until another flare up has my eyes and the rashes under them swollen again 🙃 I cannot fucking live like this again 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I guess I'll spend today looking for an allergist, which I put off all week when my face looked great, bc the only thing I can think to do is get an allergy panel done so I have PROOF I'm allergic to my own hormones.
Not that that'll do anything bc you can't find a doctor who knows how to treat this shit anyway (talked to a girl who spent $1200 at the mayo clinic only to be told "idk we've never heard of this before lol" at the fucking mayo clinic) (I wish EYE could charge my clients up the ass for services and produce NOTHING as a result and still expect to get paid!!). But it's better than not having it, bc maybe there's something else going on, or maybe the diagnosis I got wasn't exactly correct
(a mini-fic for bg3 pride month day 7: "yellow - sunlight")
this is the third of the fics + matching VP i plan to post for the rainbow flag days! it's 861 words and can be read below the cut, or on ao3 here if you'd like to leave a kudos or comment!
(if anyone ever wants to be on or off that list, or would like to be tagged specifically for my pride month mini-fics, just let me know!)
i made several photos for this one and they don't even perfectly match the fic but oh well. i wanted to recreate one specific moment but i wasn't sure how to do it, and i had fun with these anyway!
The first thing the morning gave him was sunlight spilling through the curtains.
The second was the smell of eggs and butter from downstairs.
For one disoriented heartbeat, Elenion nearly panicked over how late he must've slept. Then the morning settled around him properly. Waterdeep was quiet beyond the window, the Starlit Gallery was closed for the day, and Gale was making breakfast.
He stayed in bed a moment longer, warm beneath the sheets as he slowly woke.
Once, he would've braced himself for cold sheets and an empty bed. It had always hurt less when he left first, slipping away before dawn rather than staying long enough to reach for warmth that had already vanished.
Now, he smelled breakfast on the stove and heard Gale humming softly downstairs, and never wondered if he'd been left.
He only smiled into the pillow. Of course Gale was there.
When he finally wandered downstairs, he found Gale with his sleeves rolled up and his hair loose from sleep, frowning at the eggs as if they had just presented an argument he found academically unsound. A plate of fruit and pancakes was already keeping warm beside him.
Sunlight poured through the window beside him, catching the gray in his hair and making it shine like threads of gold.
For a moment, all Elenion could do was stand in the doorway.
"Good morning, husband," Gale said, with a fondness that made his heart give a ridiculous little stumble.
Terribly rude of his husband to do this to him first thing in the morning.
"Morning, babe," he said softly.
"You know," Gale said, still facing the stove, "I can feel you staring."
Insufferable, really.
"I'm just admiring the breakfast."
"You are admiring me in the general direction of the breakfast."
"Can a man not appreciate both?"
Gale looked back at him then, smiling in the morning light, and Elenion pictured himself doing something truly embarrassing. Like crossing the room just to kiss Gale on the cheek, or writing an unbearably sincere song about the sunlight in his hair before the eggs were even done.
Thankfully, before he could get farther than one hopeless step, Tara landed on the windowsill with a flick of her wings. "Mr. Dekarios, I do hope there is something suitable for civilized company."
"Silverdew-Dekarios now, Tara," Gale said, far too quickly.
Tara blinked at him. "Yes, quite right. Mr. Silverdew-Dekarios, then."
Gale's ears went pink.
"A fine name," she added, her yellow eyes softening in the sunlight. "Though you must forgive an old friend for taking time to adjust. I have called you Dekarios since you were a boy lecturing his porridge on consistency, after all."
"Tara!" Gale protested. "I am not certain that story needed preserving."
"All important history must be preserved, Mr. Silverdew-Dekarios." Tara glanced at Elenion. "Surely your husband, of all people, understands that."
Elenion broke into laughter before he could stop himself.
At nearly the same moment, their rabbit Moonbow burst into the kitchen and thumped one little white paw against the floor with all the urgency of a creature who had never been fed in her life.
Gale let out a weary sigh before surrendering to the inevitable. He presented a portion of fish to Tara as if it were a royal offering, then crouched to set Moonbow's greens on the floor. She sniffed the plate twice as if confirming the quality of his work, and only then did she accept them.
“Your household management has improved,” Tara said.
"My gratitude overwhelms me," Gale deadpanned.
"It should."
Elenion was still smiling when sunlight slipped over Gale's hand as he returned to the pan. The gold half of his wedding band gleamed bright against his skin, tiny moon engravings shining where his fingers curled around the edge of the counter. Elenion's matching ring, of gold moons and silver stars, suddenly felt warm on his own hand.
Once, Gale had nearly left the world behind for something higher, colder, lonelier. A place in the heavens, a name in prayers. A light too distant to touch. He'd offered to carry Elenion's name further than any mortal stage ever could, until the whole world sang his praise. The kind of glory that would drown out every doubt.
And yet this was everything Elenion wanted.
He loved Gale in the sunlight because it did not make him distant.
It found him here.
It gilded the gray in his hair, warmed the floor beneath his feet, and caught on the ring he wore because he'd chosen this mortal life beside Elenion.
And somehow, Elenion had chosen it too.
Later, when breakfast had been eaten and Tara and Moonbow had declared themselves satisfied in their own ways, Gale offered him his hand.
"Walk with me, my star?"
"Always, my moonlight," Elenion said.
His heeled boots clicked over sun-dappled cobblestones as they walked through busy market streets full of peddlers, performers, and yellow awnings. Not too long ago, he would've felt the press of so many eyes on him and reached for a mask. But being seen like this, walking in daylight with Gale’s hand warm in his own, felt nothing like performance.
It felt like home.
If anyone is curious, their wedding bands are basically combined versions of these rings I found online. The silver one was Elenion's originally and the gold one was Gale's, but they get cut in half and fused together to make half-and-half wedding rings as per a common Sword Coast tradition.
(I don't have any art of how the fused rings actually look. I should probably get some or draw an MS paint doodle lol)
As usual, these were made to go with the fic I wrote for the prompt, but I wanted to have my VP in its own post as well! They don't necessarily match the text of the fic perfectly and none of them are as "yellow" as I might have wanted (well, the first two sort of but the sunlight is more orange-gold in them, idc though because it's pretty) but I had fun making them and I think they're very cute.
My friend was shocked and upset to learn yday you can't craft scrolls in BG3 bc he wants a ton of haste scrolls (since you can do that in DOS2). My friend who has been playing BG3 for 2 years......I know, how does he not know this lol. Ever since he was an abusive boyfriend to Gale in our last run by making him do NOTHING except cast Haste on his own character every battle lol, he's been low key addicted to haste 😂
He's building the most INSANE monk build: 6 levels in way of the open hand, 3 in thief rogue (2 bonus actions), 2 in fighter (for action surge), and then 2 druid to become a spore druid, so he gets symbiotic entity with its 1d6 necrotic damage w/ unarmed attacks bonus. He also wants that sporekeeper armor so he can get haste spores 1x per long rest, which DONT make you lethargic when that spore haste condition ends.
So between thief, action surge, and haste, he'll get 8 attacks per turn / 10 punches per turn 😂 (4 main hand punches bc of haste, 2 Flurry of blows, action surge, another 2 main hand punches, right?) Oh and he wants this helmet in cazadors manor that gives you an additional bonus action when you're below 50% health, so actually he can do up to 12 punches per turn bc then he'll have 3 bonus actions 😂. I guarantee you he'll be hurting himself before combat JUST to get that extra bonus action lol.
And the damage stacking will be crazy: each punch will be getting at least +5 radiant/psychic/necrotic damage from the kushigo boots, then the 1d6 necrotic of symbiotic entity applies to each punch as well. PLUS he has a pair of gloves that does 1d4 acid damage per punch LOL. And he has a couple other pieces of modded gear that add +1 unarmed damage.
Between his 5 billion punches per turn and Arakka w/ extra attack rolling crits at 15 by the end of the game, that netherbrain doesn't stand a chance 😂
Tl;dr monk is THEE most goated class in the game. Followed closely by rogue and paladin!! (esp if you have the level 20 mod to get those level 4 smites...Isidro killed the netherbrain practically by himself lmfao)
EDIT: forgot to add wholeness of body coats an action to provide an extra bonus action for 3 turns. So he'll give up 2 punches one turn to use it, but then get an extra flurry of blows for 3 turns 🤣 Soooo stacked with the helmet of grit for 1 extra bonus action there too, 1x per long rest he can have FOUR bonus actions per turn. That's 4 flurry of blows, 4 main hand punches with haste, then another 2 main hand punches from action surge 😂😂😂 RIDICULOUS lmao this is turning into DOS2 where he'd have like 12 fucking action points per turn lol
The Wheedle sprite is heavily edited and his outfit was drawn completely from scratch! The only things I didn't change were his hair (he would say it needs no fixing anyway) and his neck. I changed his face a little to match how I draw him!
For those unfamiliar with my ship Scam Likely, they have an ambiguous relationship and they never address that they're dating, still only referring to each other as business partners. They then decide to get married 'for the benefits'.
Absolutely in love with this one, not often I have a chance to draw something big with lots of details and stuff, but not today (or rather this last month hshshsg)
Dang, I kinda wish when I became an adult people gave me the tools of my trade and a house. Would have made the transition to adulthood a lot smoother.
Fuck aug 5 is a Wed which means I have that useless 1.5 hr meeting in the afternoon at work....contemplating taking a half day so I can play mistria all day 😂
I keep refusing to engage with popular media that seems perfectly catered to me, but....a friend has been streaming bg3 for me so. Beautiful idiot man, my beloved
