#sauluscore

"What is your poison for this eve, my dear?

A fine wine, a mug of beer, champagne, clear spirits, any special favourite cocktail or a non-stimulating beverage? Please note that you retain the option to stay sober and your drink virgin😉What can I get for you?"🍹🥂🍷🍺🍷🥂🍹

What would your Tav order at the reopened New Waning Moon?

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Saulus headcanons

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

The whole Urge difficulty with the synergy of Orin's lobotomy took a lot away from Saulus; all that remained was her fondness for the taste and scent of oranges. And maybe holding her tail also comes from that - because it is the only thing belonging to her since ever. No?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

Not easy. I am playing with the thought that Saulus could tend into avoiding meat, because she likes animals very much.

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

Maybe a Geisha moment:

"Hey Volo, don't always annoy the young up-and-coming female writers and don't be so strict with this nice lady" 😉

Or more like all of them, getting a drink from Thisobald in these dry lands who is amazed by her stories, Klaus that invites them into the circus with joy, the companions starting to like the owlbear cub and shared drinks and dances.

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

Saulus - It's all about the tail placement! It's about the tail! - Juicy tiefling butt too much for tumblr to handle.

✨🤩AAAH!!! for tail accessories!!!🤩✨

I made a quick screenie, because I lost my mind the moment I saw there are rings for the tiefling tails as mod (even for PlayStation) 😍✨🤩

@cursed-nyxan Your boy Keith is not safe from Saulus' sparkle in her eyes 😊✨💎💍💎✨😊 and her idea for them!

Because Saulus will run to her boyfie and drag him to the merchant where she saw the tail jewellery cuffs, pressing her face against the store display - almost licking the window 😆 Just to make sure it wasn't even a *little* bit too subtle for him 😆

So they can wear matching tail accessories instead of a couples split heart necklace, when they are holding tails 🥰😊😁😊🥰

Tail jewellery is their special bonding thingy 👉🏻👈🏻

But there are also others...if you want to shift it more story of O vibes... 😏

Oh! 😲🤭

Wanna show off your kids? #MothersDay❤️💐❤️

Last year May I took possible looks of Saulus' future children for fun. Thought we could do that today. What do you think of them?

Elizabat

The Twins: Batilda Bhaalia & Thío

Named after Thisobald , fun fact, Batilda Bhaalia dyes her hair mommy style, she also got lighter hair by nature

Cedric

Her baby boy - the youngest , named after Opa Ketheric Thorm, no tiefling traits inherited, mommy is the best for him always

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Well...maybe, maybe, eventually...Saulus could create new different possible future children looks now... 🫣🫢🫣 AAAAAH—or maybe not—or... *dies of shame and embarrassment* *because it is like a question that hasn't been asked*

Tagging: @aristenfromwarsaw for being my great inspiration when it comes to kids looks headcanons - thank you big sis 💖😘💖

We live in a world of the loud, the rich, the indifferent.

But don't cast your eyes aside to the ground.

Only those who take with both hands and demand, receive. You get nothing if you give and nurture the wonders. Those who act in the face of the rapacious capitalist simony that reduces beauty to possession and self-interest are rewarded.

If it is not mine in my image, then it is nothing.

And if I cannot possess and make it my own, then it may not be.

But I will not believe that.

I will believe in the beauty that grows to give light.

I will not believe in the indifference of the so-called good man and fear the atrocities of the bad, so that two paths open up before me.

Only those who take and demand loudly can win, and yet I will not cease to give and to increase joy for its own sake in this world, like the flowers that grow among the thorns.

Though my hands may cut and bleed, it is only the edge of the sword that pierces indifference, so that even if others say it doesn't matter, you can always tell yourself in your sleep that you did it your own way.

For I believe in a world full of love and wonder.

In the end, you must ask yourself: What did you live for, and wasn't it ultimately only selfishness that drove you?

I see a world still full of stories, people reaching out, and even if it's without reward, it may not be without blood in the end, for with a watchful eye I may walk, so that beauty may flourish against a world of the powerful, the loud, the greedy, the selfish, and the strong.

So pray that she does not follow the call of her dark father, never hears his voice to become his burning sword, for then who would have to fear vengeance?

Or would it be everyone?

Lambs, lambs cry out loud as long as you can and be as righteous as you can. Blood bears urges, gives birth to rot and fire purges.

Fire walk with me, sharpen the edges of my blade.