imagine all of your friends need to go to horny jail but you're a biomechanoid spaceship and you ARE the horny jail. absolutely tragic

Tips from a comp teacher: The first sentence in the above post reads as though the characters Pilot and Rygel, and not the Jim Henson Company, own the rights to Farscape. This is what I get for always doing my tavqotds before bed 😂

Pilot and Rygel, two secondary main characters on the show, were designed by the Jim Henson company; I believe they currently own the rights to the show. IRRC Pilot required six puppeteers to operate - incredible creature design. His emotive capability captivates me to this day.

When Wyll mentioned utilizing a "spritz of Jasmine" in his perfume in that one banter with Lae'zel...oh hoh. oh hohoho hoho hoh (◡‿◡✿)

Reposting this is case others didn't see it! Also because it still feels appropriate for the time of year.

Traveling between two locations - the outskirts and presumably the Upper City - wouldn't be a huge deal for Meliahwyl. If Wyll is frequently busy, however, she likely wouldn't want to just disappear without him. They eventually figure out a routine that works.
Jaheira's insight also probably helps.

I currently imagine that she and Wyll have a small cottage-like dwelling outside of Rivington, away from the city proper, where Meliahwyl retreats to much of the time while they live in Baldur's Gate. The only complication is either their children's schooling or if Wyll does inherit the dukedom.

Now, if someone REALLY wants to draw or write something slightly spicy between her and Wyll...well...shoot me a message and we'll talk ;) Consent and permission are my primary conditions!

The above are generalizations, so if you have any questions, concerns, or would like extra details, please message me! Otherwise, when in doubt, leave her out ;)
Also, please message me for permission prior to posting anything, and tag me if you proceed!

There really are just people out there trying to love and nurture and be kind. The world is ultimately good. The powerful people in my country can try to pry the love and hope from my cold, dead hands, and still they will fail.

they walk you through a short imaginary scene. They give you just enough detail, but then after are like "tell me what x looked like for you! the human imagination is amazing!"
- a young man dressed in norse gear telling you that he's on watch tonight, so you can go to sleep knowing you're safe