Genuinely loved the experience of being at camp for the first time and seeing all the companions with their tits out like they're all gonna go clubbin or some shit

Then there’s Gale

Who's just. So utterly swagless that his clothes smell like dusty old books. My man doesn't give a fuck about the drip he's getting his ass ready for bed

I think game studios should just release their character creators online. For the times when I don’t wanna play the whole game, just the lil dress up part

my favorite genre of games is the one where you can gather a team of idiots and wander around with them doing sidequests

do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.

Delivering mail to the furthest corners of the server ✉✈

guess who started playing bg3

i've seen a poll about gale and anders but i feel like this one is a more difficult one to answer

Queen Sequoia

As she gets older in age her leaves are continuingly withering off.

more weird zinks because im insatiable lately. tentatively titled "damn girl yuor some kind of wretched beast"

silly bonus doodle:

media will chew you up and spit you out and make you feel every single possible emotion on the human spectrum and then you have to wake up the next day and pretend to be normal

By this point all their friends and relatives know about their love ritual (?) and they're just "Ah, again? Okay."

Seems like a waste of a perfectly handsome elf.

more of the dapper lad! i Cannot get him out of my brain

I am attempting Tumblr again bc I hear the emperor lovers like it here and I love you

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can��t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

Baldur's Gate voicelines get stuck in my head, so everytime I pick something up that isn't mine, I mentally go "cursed to put my hands on everything."