Love Shadowheart For Giving Herself A Warrior Cats Name When She Was Ten And Deciding To Stick With It

this is the kinda dumbassery I got up to in my first playthrough like 💀

Submitted for consideration: the funniest place to find out Shadowheart is a Shar worshipper?

Angry goth + happy go lucky jesus lady = traumatized sassy girl that likes dogs

i've connected the dots

Falling for a ‘straight’ girl who’s in denial of her sexuality will always hurt.

i got too excited and couldnt wait until i actually coloured it, i feel like a kid coming up to their teacher to proudly show off their finger painted lil drawing (p.s. i love u and ur writing and ur Tav and AAAAAAAAA i cant wait until the next chapter drops)

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS OMG THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️🥺 I was havin' such a bad day and this made it 10× better

stop treating killing dragons as this act of bravery and valor. maybe ou should be kissieng and loving the dragons instead. and be more niceys

BG3 + Text posts: Shadowheart Edition

fucking weirdos (endearingly)

the tadfools (ft. Halsin) + text posts

can't stop thinking about how dame aylin is literally a homophobic father's worst nightmare. 7ft tall lesbian with a bigass sword walks in, makes your daughter swoon, whisks her away and turns her against you, kills you and stomps on your head until she's essentially making wine and then celebrates by treating your daughter to a several day fuckathon. nobody's doing it like her

I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD

and by that I mean I'm back from my self-imposed social media/writing hiatus. An update may be coming soon for my bg3 fic, but in the meantime... Is mass effect still popular? 🤔

would also 100% immediately drop to my knees and worship isobel

was very triggered she wasn't a romance option until I met aylin, then I felt guilty

Ultimately, Dame Aylin is the single most relatable character in BG3, because I, too, immediately after laying eyes upon the wonder that is Isobel Thorm, would rush to divest myself of my knightly accoutrements and the divine trappings of my lofty station, only to fall to my knees in yearning supplication, eternally awed by her wisdom and beauty.