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mashamorevvna 7 months
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my favourite tweet abt the 3 chosen
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cringecannon 8 months
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Thought about Gortash having a moment with Tav perhaps after sleeping together or just a long day, and Gortash having to fight the person he's become (A strong, heartless dictator, who feels no one could ever or should ever be his equal) and the long since abandoned want to be loved and cared for without string attached (A desire he probably now sees as childish).
With your head on his bare chest, long since lulled to sleep by the slow rise and fall of his breathing, Gortash finds himself lost in his own head. Something stirs in his chest whenever he looks down at you, and it鈥檚 making him sick.
His fingers trace imaginary shapes against your arm as he stares blankly at the wall of his chambers. If he were a lesser man, he鈥檇 want to enjoy this moment. Pull you closer, slot his chin against the top of your head until sleep found him as well. He feels that dreadful stirring again and he squashes the thought.
He can鈥檛 imagine where this nonsense is coming from. He's never been particularly affectionate, even... before.
He tries to remember what he even wanted before all of this.
In another life, a more pathetic one, maybe you鈥檇 have something normal together. Something small. He鈥檇 have dedicated himself as an artificer, something where he works with his hands and stays away from politics. He鈥檇 come home everyday to you.
His chest aches.
He needs to think of something else. You probably wouldn't even want that. He doesn鈥檛 even know what you did before the tadpole. Who you were, your career. He never cared.
He can feel your slow breathing, warm air skimming across his skin. Maybe he should ask. He lets his eyes shut, wrapping his arm tighter around your shoulders. Once the dust settles, and you're both heroes of the city, he'll invite you to dinner. He'll ask you about yourself over some wine, it's just gathering information. Better safe than sorry.
You suddenly shift, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder. He hopes the rapid thrumming of his pulse doesn't wake you.
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inumage 7 months
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How do I explain to everyone who has played thru bg3 that gortash has 100 percent SUCKED and FUCKED his way up. He is good at sex. He would be a selfish pillow princess/tyrant/whatever if he felt he wouldnt gain anything by having sex with the other person but he KNOWS how to have good sex.
DURGE ON THE OTHER HAND..
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taffywabbit 5 months
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they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled
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tadfools 6 months
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I might've added the BG3 Art Book to my dnd assets stash
It' 100% does not have things like the 5e players' handbook + 5e鈥檚 character sheet, several gm guides, critical role's explorer's guide to wildmount, baldur's gate and waterdeep city encounters, 101 potions and their effects, volo's guide to monsters, both of xanathar's guides, a bunch of other encounters, one shots, and class builds
In no way are there any pdf鈥檚 relating to any wizard who may or may not be residing on any coast
(Edit that I鈥檝e moved the folder to the new link above! So if you catch a different version of this post that link won鈥檛 work anymore!)
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shoe109 6 months
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Do you kids know how hard it is to hyper fixate on shit as a goddamn adult?? Sorry boss I know you need those files done but I鈥檓 too busy giggling like a goddamn school girl over a fictional man
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heyitsjaki 2 months
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Pictured: Gale rolling a nat 1 on his insight check
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hughmunculus 8 months
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"I'm going to play Dark Urge, I'm going to play a Drow, I'm going to play a Half Elf Cleric of Selune-" No. I grow tired of filling Faerun with hotties and encouraging my party's fatherless behavior.
To remedy this I have made Your Dad, the ultimate 1:1 replica of the average New Jersey father to save the realm and put a stop to my party's sad, horny business.
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And before you can even ask "oh what is the Guardian Your Mom or something" of fucking course she is you fool
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mistercrowbar 7 months
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The strength economy is in shambles.
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100% Karlach just thinks a deathmatch is a fun friendly time
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illithussy 7 months
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reddit is still free. also tbh good riddance for the op
edit for everyone who is confused: shart is shadowheart, people shorten her name that way as a joke on reddit
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blorbopolis 3 months
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im cooking
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mashamorevvna 8 days
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personally, i think its underrated how lae'zel will quote wyll's superhero entrance line. it's really sweet the way she heard 'provoke the blade...and suffer its sting' and used it to speak positively of wyll post-mizora situation
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cringecannon 8 months
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Wanna know what Astarion loves more than doing tav"s make up? RUINING IT. He loves watching the tears from overstimulation run down their cheeks messing up the make up they worked so long on.
He鈥檚 so mean about it too, making fun of you as he ruins you.
Your makeup is smeared and running from tears and drool alike, your eyes rolling back as Astarion鈥檚 hips pump rhythmically against yours. You don鈥檛 even know how many times you鈥檝e cum, but he must have the stamina of a god. He holds your hips still when you writhe, the sensitivity driving you insane as he ruins you.
What a good pet you are, taking him so well. Let him spread your legs wider- perfect. Oh, such a mess. You can鈥檛 even keep your face together after a few rounds? How pathetic. He's close, hold on love. He finishes deep inside with a low groan, and you twitch when he finally removes himself from you. Kneeling, looking down at your panting form, he gently grabs your hips.
With a sharp smile he suddenly pulls your hips to his face, your shoulders the only thing on the ground as he devours you. You didn't think he would leave a mess, did you? Stop squirming, pet, he'll be quick.
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chaaistheanswer 4 months
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your grace
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hamrikaa 4 months
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The continuation of tailor Astarion 鉁笍
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nullcanary 30 days
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