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[skelvron-keiman]

GALE-SIZED HOLE

this comic was born from the GOT joke: "Not blonde enough?" but since both Astarion and my Tav Athalia have white hair, the comic was practically born by itself😆

Thank you so much for waiting for me❤️ I really hope you don't get tired of my BG3 comics

[susann-noir]

The Dark Dancer's Blessing

collab with @mogruith

[worfs-glorious-hair]

🛁 bubblesssss 🫧

🦋 Blsky here

Athalia and Gale enjoying a very bubbly bubble bath — my entry for the valentine’s day art trade of the wonderful @skelvron-keiman 🫶

It was a great procreate exercise for me and I enjoyed every minute that I worked on it.

I hope you do, too! :)

details under the cut 👀

[swankedofsauce]

POV you ask your skater/punk friend to do your makeup for a date.

Please check out this link! https://swankysauce.carrd.co

I have commissions open right now because I’m in kind of a spooky financial situation. I do also have a document of a bunch of families trying to escape 🍉 as well so I encourage you guys to look at it :)

Swankedofsauce

Finn's goofy ahh info

Also I’m writing a fanfic between my tav and Gale it’s on ao3 and it’s been taking over my brain. (Please don’t read if you’re not 18+ as I do cover mature and adult topics. Thank youu)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64748170/chapters/166368976

[hysterical-random-things]

ash (from refuge) or keats (the vogue elves' brother) ?

I refuse to fully accept that kravitz+keatz theory wasn’t a thing at one point so, for now, you get a poncho man cause they were coolio!ko-fi | Commissions | (X)

[rabdoidal]

ooh for the moodboards, cali?

[mollymeek]

moonweave replied to your post “and WHEN exactly do you think Caleb would have learned about sex...”

it's been 5 years.....................

right like...........it’d be a miracle if anybody could make it a year in their adult life and Not Learn a Single Thing let alone 5

[matt-the-blind-cinnamon-roll]

22 and 28 for both Caleb and Molly

Family - Molly didn’t remember his family. He had made one. He had chosen who his family was, person by person, bit by bit. He had chosen Yasha and Gustav and the twins. He had chosen Jester and Nott and Fjord and Beau. The moment he had seen Caleb, he had known. Caleb was Family.

Caleb didn’t have family. He had killed his family, sentencing them to death in fire and flames and smoke, and he had known he was not a man meant to have a family. He had killed his only family. 

Yet, they were walking down a road, Nott cradled in Molly’s arms. Molly was smiling and laughing with Jester, Nott sleeping on his chest as the cart rocked. Fjord was driving, Beau was walking on the side of the road, bantering with Molly. Frumpkin was draped across Molly’s shoulders, batting at the chains dangling from his horns. It hit him then, that they were his new family. And the thought terrified him. 

Home - Fjord and Jester were off somewhere, and the firelight was low and soft in the fireplace. Nott was up with Beau, sleeping. Yasha was off Yasha’ing. It was just him, Molly, and Frumpkin. Frumpkin was purring on his lap as Molly was shuffling his deck, Caleb unable to rip his eyes from the way the firelight danced on his cheekbones. Frumpkin rose and jumped into Molly’s lap, rolling onto his belly.

“Alright then.” Molly put aside his deck to rub at the cat’s soft belly fur and then Caleb realized that he may not have had a physical home, that his home had burned down, that it was nothing but a pile of ash, but now, now now now, Molly was his home.