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Much as I love BG3 I really hate how the game treat platonic relationships as less than romantic ones.

And before someone comes at me this isn't a "game too horny" post. If you ask me the game isn't enough horny and especially not enough weird horny but that's beside the point of how it treats platonic relationships very badly and as inferior.

Like maybe it wouldn't make sense for you to go with every companion in every case if you hadn't romanced them but why the hell can't I go with Lae'zel to free her people just because I didn't romance her? Why can't I help Halsin rebuild Moonrise Tower and Reithewin just because I turned him down? Why the hell can't I kick up a fuss in the Underdark with Minthara because we didn't smooch? Or go traveling with Shadowheart or Astarion? While we're at it why does Astarion just run away if he's unromanced but appear the next morning if he is?

And these are only handful of examples. Like I could add how extremely different Gale is as a character in Act 3 depending on whether you're romancing him or not. Like it doesn't matter if you have high approval or built a good relationship with him otherwise. Only romance counts. Which really does seem to be the battle cry of this game when it comes to relationships.

This is what I mean when I say that BG3 consistently treat friendship as less important, less meaningful, than romantic relationships. I'm neither ace nor aro but man it really bothers me.

[ravenramblingrandomshit]

everyone says that harry's patronus is a stag (not a doe) because he is a boy. that if harry were a girl, it would be a doe instead.

   no.

harry's patronus in every universe is a stag, because lily was not the only person to die for harry that night.

   harry's patronus is not just a stag.

it's prongs.

  lily's sacrifice lives in harry's blood, but james's sacrifice lives in harry's magic

[transholmes]

From the trans masc Holmes AU. Because why not?

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“I doubt I’ll be afforded rest, even in death. Some scientist or other is sure to find my abnormalities endlessly fascinating,” Holmes said.

His voice was laced with bitter resignation. 

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” I said with considerable heat. 

He smiled, a wan and rueful smile. He nodded to the bench placed by the chapel’s wall and we sat down. It was slightly warmer here, the wall breaking the worst of wind. Holmes rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his folded hands, as he stared out across the graves. 

We sat there, the only thing interrupting our vigil the faint song of birds and the quiet whisper of the breeze. 

It was hard to believe that only two days ago we had been so happy, now I feared for him. He had only just begun to get his feet back under him, to rebuild all that had been broken down six months ago. If he had to face the fact that his brother was a murderer, I dreaded what it would do. Or worse, if his brother was hung on circumstantial evidence, if he never found conclusive proof in either direction. He never took failure well, but a failure that cost his brother his life? It would destroy him. 

Thus we sat there as the sun slowly continued its journey toward the horizon. Soon time would have run out. 

[transholmes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Fluff, Mild Angst, Religious Guilt, Story: The Adventure of the Reigate Squire, First Kiss, Trans Sherlock Holmes, Queer John Watson, Declarations Of Love, Unorthodox Declaration of Affection Summary:

Holmes, Watson, and the fallout of events in Lyon.

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A village church might have been the very last place in the world I would have thought to find Sherlock Holmes yet there he sat, on the front pew right before the altar. His arms were spread out along its back and his legs in front of him, his ankles crossed, as he gazed upwards toward the ceiling.

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Time to stop fiddling and post. Here’s the fic I promised last night. Enjoy.

[transholmes]

Gale Dekarios is a night owl and you can't convince me otherwise. Only way this boy sees dawn is if he hasn't gone to bed yet.

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“Holmes, last night, when you told me about Peter Smith. When you saw what my reaction was. You almost told me then, didn’t you?” 

“Yes,” he confirmed, quietly. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

His gaze darted away and I felt my heart seize in my chest. The thought that I had somehow conveyed to him in either word or deed, that I would ever, under any circumstances, betray him, was physically painful. 

“Watson. I suppose that silence and secrecy can become so deeply ingrained in one’s being that it becomes impossible to speak. No matter how well trusted the confidant.” 

[transholmes]

I'm crying happy tears right now. I just finished the scene I've been dreading writing ever since I started this projected because everything hinges on it. If I couldn't make it work then the whole story would fall apart. And since it is at the end of the story and relies heavily on everything that goes before, I had to write all of it not really knowing if I could make it work or not.

But it works. Beautifully so. It'll need editing before it is readable by anyone but me, but the core of it works. The rest is just polish.

It also means I have little over a chapter left to write before I can start editing, so it looks like this story will indeed see the light of day.

[transholmes]

It had been a long time since he had slept with anyone simply for the pleasure of it, because he wanted to, but the way Gale looked at him made his blood run hot, made him ache to be touched. And maybe, just maybe, he could convince Gale to stay. To stay alive, to stay with him.

Will I ever get tired of this scene? Very unlikely. And I'm having so many feelings about Gale and my Tav, Fioro, right now.