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every time I open my file explorer and go to my screenshots folder theres a brief moment where all the files are ones from the minthara sex scene from bg3 before things order themselves properly.
i thought it might be because those screenshots are the oldest ones, and when I open the folder it loads oldest to newest first before correcting to the newest first order I use but those screenshots aren't even the oldest, they're like 2 years newer than the oldest screenshots in that folder. so what possible reason is that the minthara sex scene screenshots keep appearing at the top for a second whats going on
its crazy also I went back to find those screenshots and I truly have like 100 screenshots some of which are incredibly explicit by using the free cam mod. damn. that's crazy.
every time I open my file explorer and go to my screenshots folder theres a brief moment where all the files are ones from the minthara sex scene from bg3 before things order themselves properly.
i thought it might be because those screenshots are the oldest ones, and when I open the folder it loads oldest to newest first before correcting to the newest first order I use but those screenshots aren't even the oldest, they're like 2 years newer than the oldest screenshots in that folder. so what possible reason is that the minthara sex scene screenshots keep appearing at the top for a second whats going on
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every time I open my file explorer and go to my screenshots folder theres a brief moment where all the files are ones from the minthara sex scene from bg3 before things order themselves properly.
Reposting the piece that I just finished because it technically meets the requirements of @creatingblackcharacters’s melanin beam challenge! So I give you all King Thranduil holding his entire world in his arms. I highly recommend you to go check the challenge and the blog!
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So I know it's "scary" and "disturbing" and "uncomfortable" to see someone else experiencing symptoms of schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder or psychosis in general, but can y'all just for one single moment, try to imagine what the person actually experiencing it is feeling and going through?
Because I guarantee their fear and discomfort and emotional distress is greater than your distress from witnessing it
Have a WIP of Zea and Patlani meeting for the first time :)
“You can put your clothes back on, I just wanted to talk somewhere private,”
The elf stepped back from her as they spoke, voice flat, face stoic despite lipstick stains and marks on their neck.
Zea froze for a moment, then quickly began awkwardly grabbing her shirt from the floor to put back on.
She stared at them as they lingered by the closed door, their shirt was still half undone, untucked from their trousers and they made no move to cover up, strands of their dark hair falling into their face where Zea had been trying to tug it out of its braids. Somehow they still seemed put together, as if they hadn’t just had their hands under her skirt and tongue in her mouth.
Distantly Zea could still hear the chatter and din from the tavern below, but it felt a world away.
“What do you mean ‘talk’?” Zea asked warily.
“I suppose you can tell me, you’re the one who’s been looking for me,”
It clicked then, Zea’s eyes widened. The assassin, the one she’s been looking for the past two days, the one with a contract to kill Marcus.
“You’re the Crow?”
They shrugged, gestured vaguely, leaned back against the door with their arms crossed.
“I’m a Crow,” They offered, “One that might have a contract you’ve heard about,”
Perhaps she had been foolish, thinking she could find an assassin without them knowing. The elf standing before her wore no armor, had no visible weapons, body language suspiciously calm, but while Zea might have been foolish, she was not stupid.
“Are you going to kill me?” She asked coolly.
They scoffed, turning their head to the side, looking away from her, “I’m an assassin, I only kill who I’m paid to. You’re not my target. You can relax,”
“Difficult relax when you lured me somewhere with no witnesses,”
“I didn’t want to be followed, we had a tail, which promptly ditched us when it saw us making out on the stairs and stumbling towards a room,” They said, matter-of-factly.
“So do you make out with everyone you try to talk with or just me?”
“I—” They started, almost caught off-guard, almost seeming… something.
They sighed, eyes closing for a moment. Zea watched as they dragged a hand down their face. They looked tired.
“Look,” They said, “I’m sorry. I needed a way to talk without someone listening in and this was the best way to do that,”
They seemed almost apologetic, glancing towards her, a hint of something flashing in their eyes before quickly being replaced by an unreadable mask.
“Alright, fine,” Zea sat down on the bed, quickly composing herself, taking a breath, “You want to talk business, let’s talk. When are you planning on killing Marcus?”
“I can’t say,”
They looked away again and Zea didn’t even try to hide the annoyance on her face.
“Okay, why are you killing him?” She tried.
“Someone paid for it,”
“Who?”
“I wasn’t told,”
They shrugged, nonchalant. Of course they would be, Zea thought, why would they care about any of this.
“What can you tell me about it, then? You have to know something,”
Her voice was harsh and she didn’t care, glaring at them as they were still leaning against the doorway, distant and uninterested, uncaring.
“I know quite a lot, about him, about you, about…,” As they trailed off, their eyes found Zea’s again, they were silent for a moment before continuing, “I know more than you do, and I can’t tell you any of it,”
“So why are you here? Why seek me out at all?”
Her question seemed to give them pause. They fell quiet, gaze drifting to the floor for a moment, then off to the side again. They looked young, like they couldn’t be much older than Zea herself was, but something in their eyes, in their posture, gave them an aura of someone much older, more tired, sad.
“I don’t know,”
Their voice almost seemed to shake.
Zea wasn’t sure what to make of them. They had found her, purposefully brought her somewhere private to talk, yet weren’t saying anything. The smooth-talking, charming personality they had in the tavern had disappeared. Even the stoic and harsh assassin they had been earlier in the conversation was gone, now they almost seemed like a spooked Halla.
It was dangerous to let her guard down. They were an assassin, a professional, all she had seen from them was acts, lies, a carefully put together facade. Was this not just another act? Zea couldn’t help herself, though.
“Alright. Let’s start over,” She smoothed her skirt, took a breath, offered a half smile, “Aneth ara, my name is Zea, and you?”
They paused for a moment.
“Patlani de Riva,” They said eventually.
An Antivan Dalish first name, Zea recognized. It made sense. She was familiar enough with plenty of the clans in Antiva, it was close enough to where her own clan roamed in Rivain. It had been something that crossed her mind when she had seen Patlani down in the tavern. There had been something comforting in seeing another elf, in their brown skin, their braids, the hint of a familiar accent, the fondness on their face as their eyes looked over her vallaslin.
She had noticed the Halla tattoo when their sleeve had pulled up slightly when they accepted the drink Zea offered. Later when she had been pulling their shirt open as she pinned them to the wall in the hallway she had delighted in the sight of the intricate halla tattoo in the center of their chest.
Yet the tattoo on their face was different, not elven at all. It had given her pause.
“Are you Dalish?” Zea asked, she couldn’t help it.
Perhaps—Zea hoped—this could be common ground, an in for her. Even if they didn’t have vallaslin, even if they were an assassin, even if they were not with their clan anymore, it was something.
At Zea’s question, though, Patlani bristled, whole body tensing. They looked away from her, jaw set.
“I’m a Crow,”
“That’s not what I asked,” Zea said, brow furrowed, “I said are you—”
“I’m a Crow,” Patlani reiterated, cutting her off.
Zea could tell there was something behind what they were saying, but it felt just beyond her reach. She didn’t know what it meant, them being a Crow, what that had to do with their heritage, why it struck such a nerve. It made her feel uneasy for some reason.
She swallowed it down. It didn’t matter for now, she supposed. It would have made things easier but—
It didn’t matter. Zea cursed herself mentally for not preparing, she had been meaning to, to figure out a way to negotiate, find out more about the Crows. She hadn’t had the chance yet. All she knew was that The Crows were assassins, and one of them was going to kill her friend.
“Sure, okay, you’re a Crow,” Zea said, she noted the way Patlani seemed to relax at that, “You’re a Crow, and you’ve been paid to kill Marcus, by someone you don’t know, for reasons you didn’t ask. And you sought me out for a reason,”
She watched as Patlani swallowed, glanced in her direction. They were silent for a long moment.
“Give me a reason,” They said quietly, desperately, “Not to finish the contract,”
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I do really like using the pencil brush for everything, I can't stand the ink brushes for some reason. Got a lot of stuff to work on and refine still but I just think she's neat
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