Wanna Draw Some Memes With The Bg1 Characters, Probably Mostly Jaheira And Khalid Because Hyper Fixation

I miss making animatics but I’m too much of a perfectionist + too damn busy now to get any done

The lack of animatics for Baldurs gate is not helping lmao

I had a fantasy about making an animatic for jaheira talking about Khalid, minsc talking about dynaheir, and a “I still love him” animatic which I did storyboard and it made me sad lol

So jaheira died in my honour mode run

normally I’d reload but honour mode so… oof

To cope with this I am telling myself she’s with Khalid again so that’s something

I also went to her house in Baldurs gate and all her kids are gone so I guess they listened to the sending spell?

Though I am glad that I don’t have to be like “uhhhh sooo yeah your mum’s dead…. Sorry…”

Also I tried to cast speak with dead on her but she had nothing to say :(

My reply of the (somewhat) reverse

Jaheira very much knows what she’s doing

They truly complement each other in all ways

Khalid's fine bottom,,, I imagine it's very squishable

What are you looking at Khalid 👀

You can never yap too much about Khalid

Carrd is being made :)

Living up to “the druid” part of my name by spending all day in the forest

I did in fact touch some grass but it didn’t fix me :(

AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE BALDURS GATE 1 MY BELOVED

~ intro ~

(redraw of og/ee intro)

Learn Me Right

Jaheira x Khalid

This is a fic excerpt (~600 words). Someday, I’ll publish the rest. Because there is more — believe me, there is more.

Between the two of them, Khalid is the first to cry in front of the other.

They're tears of sheer frustration. They’d barely had time to sleep the night before, the day has been hell, and all he wants is a moment's quiet but the patrons of the pub below their room clearly have other plans. On a good day it would set his teeth on edge, never mind now. Jaheira is trying to cheer him up with that flirtatious banter she's so good at, something he loves, and this is the fourth time he's gotten completely trapped in the middle of a sentence. For fuck's sake, he's trying to compliment her (it's a favourite trick of his, disarming her with sudden earnestness) and somehow he can't coordinate his own mouth to say it.

He can’t find a way to tell her how beautiful it is when he can make her really laugh, that he wants to do it again and again for the rest of their lives, that when she smiles at him her eyes glow golden and warm and he feels it from shoulders to hips. He can't meet her eyes and his face is screwed up with effort, fists suddenly clenching as his head jerks uncomfortably to the side, and for a moment he's frozen there — and then he's crying.

The whole thing is mortifying. Khalid desperately swipes away the tears, turns away from her in his effort to hide it all. What must she think of him? Unable to keep it together even now, in this quiet moment between them.

Jaheira doesn't allow it.

She approaches slowly, sits in front of him on the bed. This is bad enough on its own, but then — then she’s holding his hands, moving them away from his face and clutching them firmly in her own. Khalid feels suddenly wild with panic. He can’t, he can’t, he —

“I-I-I —”

"No need to be ashamed," she says firmly, thumbs brushing over the backs of his hands. "It's just the two of us."

After a moment, she brings his hands up to rest above her breasts, and then both of hers move up to his face. Jaheira holds his head in her hands and kisses away the tears under each of his eyes, before her forehead presses against his. As her chest rises and falls with her breathing, he manages to copy her.

"Good," she says, a softness in her tone that's uncommon, that he's always treasured when she opens it to him. "That's it."

Her thumbs trace rhythmic circles over his cheeks like she’s trying to soothe and memorize him all at once. Slowly, the sharp noises from downstairs that had grated on him fade into undifferentiated murmurs, and there is nothing but her; the way she smells of the forest even after days spent in the city, the steel of her spine, the unshakeable calm in the eye of her storm and the way she can somehow bring him into it with her. He has no idea how he got so lucky, that he has the privilege to spend so much time at the center of her focus.

Jaheira is looking at him with that rare, precious gentleness that tells him she’s dropped her guard. That he’s seeing her all the way through, the way she always seems to see him, and all he wants in the world is to learn every path to get here with her. All he wants is her.

"I love you," Khalid whispers, and Jaheira’s eyes are suddenly wide and bright in a way he’s never seen before. For a tiny moment, they flutter closed, and he could swear her breath trembles.

She coughs. "Well, I --." Swallows. "I love you, too."

He suspected she felt it, but he had expected a smart remark, for her to hide behind a quip again. His heart swells.

Before Khalid can say anything else, she kisses him, one hand fisting into his hair, and he knows they'll both sleep soundly tonight.

the reason none of us can ever leave tumblr is because we've already evolved to having this be our only suitable habitat. we're the devils hole pupfish of people.

Made some fanart for @marigoldbaker!

It’s from a scene in their fanfic “I’ll be waiting for you (if you ever wanna be there)” which is a coffee shop/modern AU

Normally I don’t have much interest in either modern AUs or coffee shop AUs but i have been awakened- I loved this fic and wanted to draw it! I don’t know why I cast Gorion as the manager in my head but I did and he’s there too. I nicknamed the coffee shop “candlekeep coffee” because I thought it was funny :)

Might color it eventually idk the idea of coloring the background scares me lol