marvelassassin221b
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Kitti or Katy, she/her, INFJ, May 10. Fictional men whore. Sometimes I write or shitpost.
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This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠
don't tell him I said that
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a normal night at the camp
when you are an amnesiac sweet guy who kill people when he's asleep and all your friends lust for you just because you are nice in general.
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It was always funny to me how other companions would just stand there while Gale delivered this rizz lol
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Original source: s_kinnaly
(Thanks @felinalain for finding the source!)
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Unique Dialogue while setting boundaries in Sharess Caress
Dark Urge:
Shadowheart Origin:
Wyll Origin: I've only known courtly love. Please, be gentle.
Astarion Origin: Just don't tell me what to do… It brings back bad memories.
Karlach Origin: It's been a long time since I've been able to touch anyone. So nothing too… unexpected.
Lae'zel Origin: Follow my lead. And do it with enthusiasm.
Gale Origin: I'm rather out of practice with this whole bodily intimacy exercise, don't ask me to do any tricks.
Class Specific(All):
Race Specific: (Drow one is also gender specific)
Deep Gnome: I'd just like to spend an hour without experiencing a height joke.
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Shadowheart, unblinking, staring at Tav across the campfire because everyone knows they snuck off with Astarion after the tiefling party last night: does fucking a vampire count as necrophilia?
Everyone: *freezes*
Gale: *drops his big spoon into the breakfast pot, spattering some on Lae’zel*
Wyll: *startled coughing fit*
Halsin: *genuinely considering the question*
Karlach: *whispering to Wyll* what is necrophilia? does that mean, like, a thing about necks, or, what…?
Tav: I…I think I need to go lie down.
Astarion, returning from his morning hunt a few moments later, emerging from the woods and taking in the strained camp-mosphere: why is everyone being weird? who died?
Lae’zel, still angrily cleaning herself off: you
Gale: *drops his spoon again, seconds after successfully fishing it out the first time*
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This has been living rent free in my head for so long, inspired by this post
I don't post as much because I lost my will to draw, idk why.
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