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Khalid in the Dark
Hello everyone, I know I haven´t been posting too much. Last time I posted I wanted to know if you wanted me to post more traditional art, but unfortunately because of university I coudn´t post any content actually and I´m really sorry because of that. I was too concentrated with my homeworks that I didn´t post anything, maybe in a few days I will post some pictures of the thinks I have been doing during my classes. Also, rigth now I´m studing too, so I will try to post some things when I can.
Anyway, here I brougth you a drawing of Khalid. It was a long time since I posted a drawing in digital art. This one was suppoused to be for last year before new year but the reason it didn´t is in the text on top. I hope you like it.
Khalid: Please give me some love!! I missed you so much! I: Yeah I hope they misssed you too... Khalid: Come on, of course they did. I: Ok, ok. Thank you so much for read this until the end. I hope you have passed a happy Christmas with your families. Khalid: And a Happy New Year too!! We are finally in 2018! I: Thank you again, bye bye. Khalid: Give us a ♡ pls.
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.
also fun fact the footage i got for the last gif in that jaheira & khalid gifset i actually originally recorded for a video edit i never finished. but i did finish this part. so. for your added angsty benefit <3
HAPPY JAHEIRA X KHALID BRAIN ROT ANNIVERSARY TO MEEEEE 🎉🎉🎉
(Kinda)
One year ago was not the start of the brain rot but it was the date I could find for when I started making fanart disclaimer I didn’t finish most of them lol
In honor of this special occasion let’s look back on some of it!
These are the dated ones:
It is the only finished one that I will be showing here lmaooo wow Khalid has changed over the year. For context this was before I saw githyankidanky’s design and was like “that’s him, that’s the guy”
I was doing an expression challenge at the time which I also never finished but THIS WAS THE BEGINNING
These two never got out of the gesture and the structure lol.
The text on the left one reads: “excuse me, he asked for no pickles”
The one on the right was going to be the picture Jaheira has of them down in her basement in Bg3 that Khalid got from the wizard since she banned him from poetry. I don’t know why I cropped it at the thigh?? I feel like it should be down to the waist at most but whatever past wren.
The unfortunate thing is that most of these relics are now lost as I doodled them on the sides of my notes, I did find one though! And it was this:
True artistry right there tbh
So happy anniversary to me and many more!
It was a gift from my husband. Khalid. He was a Harper. A better one than me, truth be told - any idiot can swing a sword. But to believe in the cause, with the whole of your heart? A much trickier thing. He died. Alone, in pain, and far too young - murdered by a mage who craved immortality. I'll not grant it by naming him in the same breath as my husband.
bg1 doodles from my lunch break, the girls and Khalid
I SCREAMED ITS SO GOOD
30 :)
prompt #30 from - spots to kiss.
what if we kissed.... and we were both harpers....... birthday present to myself <3
Incredibly self-indulgent and questionably canonical drabble time! Set not long before Rasaad's admittance to the Sun Soul monastery.
(This was gonna be short but it got out of hand as usual whoops. XD )
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Rasaad: "You are familiar with Calimport then?" Khalid: "Oh y-yes! I spent many a h-happy hour at the Jet Jambiya. Wonderful ale." Rasaad: "I remember it well. My brother and I would often linger outside the better taverns, looking for inebriated patrons to, ah, relieve of their valuables." Khalid: "I can't say it didn't happen to me from t-time to time. Perhaps you picked my pocket!" Rasaad: "Oh. Yes. Forgive me, my friend. I feel great shame for much of what I did before finding Selune." Khalid: "I'm sorry, Rasaad. Making you uncomfortable was the l-last thing I wanted. Please, think nothing of it." Rasaad: "I shall try to do so. I suppose I have not entirely put those days behind me. Even now they find a way to disrupt my serenity." - Baldur's Gate: Siege of Dragonspear
The air of the khanduq market is hazy with late afternoon heat. Rasaad, at seven years old, is by now hardened to Calimport's desert landscape; he knows the heat will pass, but more than that, he knows how to operate within it, keeping to shadows in between his 'fishing' expeditions with Gamaz.
His older brother is the better thief of the two of them. Rasaad is quick and clever but a poor liar, and not as practiced at spotting a good mark in the ever-shifting city crowds. Today, though, Gamaz is busy fishing in the inner market, so Rasaad is left to his own devices, drifting aimlessly among the taverns that surround the khanduq like a blanket.
The taverns are rather hit-or-miss when it comes to pickpocketing. Most of the time, the bar patrons of this district have only as much coin as will buy them a night's ale. Gamaz has little compunction in stealing even from those just as destitute, but even at his young age Rasaad finds it disquieting in some way he doesn't yet have the words to define.
But every now and then, the drudach plays host to someone more important, some visitor from the rich districts come to sample the stronger (and cheaper) ale of the markets. And today, Rasaad spots one such - a merchant by his clothes, trotting on horseback down the street with his family behind him.
The man is tall, good-looking but with his looks offset by a haughty sneer that twists his mouth up at one corner. His wife, dressed the same gaudy and gold-embroidered style, bears a matching expression, as do his two young sons, each astride their own pony and marching in lockstep behind him. Behind them is a younger boy about Rasaad's age, equally well-dressed but not on horseback, trudging along wearily behind.
A good mark, Rasaad thinks. His little face twists in concentrated thought as he tries to consider what Gamaz (two years older and much wiser in the ways of thievery) would think. The two younger men are the best target; each carries a fat purse on his belt and neither seems to have much of an attentive eye, as they are both arguing with each other as their ponies trot along the street.
He watches as they dismount at a tavern door, all swinging from their horses with practiced grace and making an ostentatious show of sweeping the dust from their fine clothes. Each of them hands the reins to the boy that was following behind, leaving him with the four creatures to manage as they disappear into the tavern's dark and noisy interior.
Good, Rasaad thinks. They will get drunk, and perhaps their sons too, and the gold and silver and copper fish in their pockets will jump to the hook. In the meantime, he examines the boy with the horses, who is awkwardly fumbling with the various sets of reins to tie them all off to the hitching posts. A servant, presumably - and a rather nervous one too, as he jumps when Rasaad approaches.
"I can hold them for you," Rasaad says gravely. It is strategic, of course; if he can fall into talk with the servant boy, it will be easier to get close to his rich patrons when they come wobbling back out of the bar. It has, of course, nothing to do with the fact that the boy looks a little overwhelmed trying to hold all four creatures in place long enough to tie them off.
The boy flinches, squinting at Rasaad warily. "Y-you will not steal them?" he stammers doubtfully. "F-father says there's n-nothing but thieves up this d-district..."
Rasaad is not a very good liar, but luckily at this moment he can tell the truth. "I won't steal the horses," he says honestly, and holds his hand out. The boy relaxes, and then grins, placing two of the sets of reins into Rasaad's palm.
"Th-thank you," he mumbles. His voice is high and earnest, touched with a stammer that thickens the occasional syllable. "I'll have it all d-done in a moment. I'm b-better with the horses than Ayaan and Jamari."
Rasaad, who has never had occasion to ride a horse ever in his life, finds that they are rather stronger than he expected; one of them tosses its head and nearly yanks him sideways off his feet. But he sets his legs hard and holds on, not wanting to look like a fool in front of the other boy. "Who're they?" he asks, trying to sound nonchalant.
"My b-brothers," the boy explains. He jerks his head towards the tavern, and Rasaad blinks.
"Why en't you in there with them?" he asks, perplexed enough to break his thin veneer of disinterest. "That was your father?"
"My b-brothers are their mother's sons," the boy says glumly. "I am not. So they care little for me, and I walk b-behind, and wait here." Then he brightens a little. "B-but the horses are nicer than b-brothers, anyhow. They don't kick me."
Rasaad frowns. His memories of his own father are muddled, and all too dominated by the smear of red with which he ended. But he knows about brothers; he has Gamaz, and would not trade him for anything, as it is the two of them against all the hard world of the Calimport streets. It is hard to imagine a life with brothers where that bond is not everpresent and unspoken.
"Your brothers kick you? You should kick them back," he says matter-of-factly, hopping up on a nearby crate, his dark eyes suddenly smoldering with mild indignation on behalf of this stranger. He doesn't usually like the rich boys he's encountered, but this one doesn't make a show of it. He seems quiet - kind, even, judging by the way he's petting each horse's nose as he Rasaad wonders if he sees much of his father's coin. "Or I could kick them for you."
The boy looks alarmed. "N-no! They would have the amlakkar on you," he says, shaking his head. "It's-- it's all right. J-just the way of things." Then he smiles, just a little, leaning against the tavern wall. "But th-thank you," he adds with a sheepish chuckle.
Rasaad grunts, folding his arms across his chest. "Why did you come around here?" he asked.
"F-father has a new business deal," the boy explains. "We-- they-- are celebrating." He frowns, not quite meeting Rasaad's eyes. "He likes t-to come this way when he wants to feel important," he adds in a low voice.
Rasaad scowls. Yes, he knows many merchants from the rich districts like this; they come to the less ostentatious corners of the city just to enjoy the way all eyes turn to them when they walk through. They make good marks, usually - but that doesn't make Rasaad like them. "Think a lot of themselves, do they?"
The boy blinks, then glances furtively over his shoulder to check that no one is listening. Then he grins a little, and nods, and hops up on the crate next to Rasaad. Rasaad grins back; he's starting to get an idea.
They've been sitting half an hour or so in cautious conversation when they're interrupted abruptly by a shout from inside the door.
"Khalid!" The boy jumps at the word - his name, evidently - and then scrambles to his feet hastily as the two brothers come staggering back out of the bar. They smell not of ale but of expensive Moonshae whiskey, which they have evidently downed with significant rapidity.
One of them claps a hand none-too-kindly on Khalid's shoulder. "Ready th' horses again," he slurs. "Th' proprietor here was not - properly - respectful, so we'll not be stayin'--" he breaks off, squints at Rasaad. "What're you looking at, boy?" he snaps abruptly.
Rasaad slides slowly off the crate, peering up at the young man and not bothering to conceal his dislike. With exaggerated politeness, he bows, backpedaling a few steps. "Nothing, saer," he says. "I was admiring your garments. If you'd step this way, I should like to see them a little better in the sunlight..."
He trails off, takes a few steps back out into the street, and his eyes narrow in sudden focus as he gathers up everything Gamaz ever taught him to the front of his mind. The two rich young men - too drunk to question the idea that someone might wish to admire them - follow him agreeably towards the shaft of sunlight painting the thoroughfare... and he strikes.
It is, perhaps, one of the deftest bits of fishing he has ever managed, and he is only sorry Gamaz isn't here to see it. He manages to make it look entirely accidental, but shifts his body as he comes off the curb as if he has tripped, and strikes his full weight into one of the boys. At the same time, he lets his opposite leg catch the other boy at the back of the knee. The dual impacts send both boys sprawling out into the street, a cloud of dust rising up around them, and as they fall, his fingers flick across their belts, lifting both heavy purses from beneath their tunics and into the wide hidden pocket in his own.
"You impudent little cur!" The older of the young men comes up off the street, and Rasaad is pleased to see that a measure of horse dung is liberally mixed with the dirt now painting the front of his finery.
"Clumsy fool!" snaps the other, who has climbed to his knees and is wiping fruitlessly at a damp bit of mud that has smeared across his face.
Rasaad lets his dark eyes go very wide, and backpedals a few steps away, holding his arms out to the side in a placating gesture. "I'm so sorry, saers. So sorry!"
"Get out of here right now, if you know what's good for you!" snaps the eldest, raising a hand. Rasaad darts backwards with practiced ease to avoid the blow, and looks past the two disheveled men to the young boy still standing by the horses. Khalid, out of his brothers' line of sight, has a wide, delighted grin on his face, his eyebrows lifted to his hairline.
Rasaad grins back, then turns and bolts, disappearing into the crowd and down a nearby alley into the shadows.
YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE
more scribbling through the pain of an artblock. imoen and khalid doodles
Love them ♥️
I especially love the hot springs drawing, love Dynaheir's expression
(now I wanna draw hot springs.…)
let a thousand flowers bloom for minsc and khalid. i keep thinking about what fun their dynamic could be
saw this trend on tiktok and thought it fit them well 🤭
jaheira getting choked up while talking about khalid. still refers to him as her husband after a century. keeps his letter and his gift in a special little display case hidden in a secret room in her secret hideout in her secret family home. she loved him so much. she loves him still.
BGFDNGFHTTDGJTSHTR
ohmigod you guys Khalid is so cute i want fifty
[quiet squeeing] This is some next level romancey stuff. I love it. Caden is absolutely eating this up; given his line he’s clearly had his own share of pining– maybe after some visitors that came in to Candlekeep now and again, seeming all sophisticated and worldly.
(…He’s absolutely going to do this when Aerie comes around at first in BGII; he’s used to being the kind of sheltered country boy when beautiful ladies come around, doesn’t actually have any experience except for flirting briefly with the werewolf lady in BGI. And when he meets Aerie – since evidently she’s dropdead gorgeous – he’s gonna be a little slackjawed and believe there’s no way he could have a chance. And it’s going to be ADORABLE. *excited bouncing*)
But omg I’m just picturing this scene and Jaheira being all gruff as Khalid comes bursting in and then admitting she feels the same way…ja;sldfjaposdfjpoajdfa.
So cute.
Atta boy Khalid! \o/
eeeeeeee :D
(You have the option to charge him 200 gold for the aquamarine. But we are not that kind of jerk. c: )
I like the angelic scion outfit a lot
I’ll finish shading someday idk
Uhh so I had a hyperfocus moment and started an animatic and this is the sketch of one of the frames, pardon the lines indicating clothes I haven’t fully decided outfits yet I was more trying to figure out anatomy and perspective while also breaking said anatomy to get the shot I wanted
This is basically them reuniting in silvanus’ afterlife because Hamilton came on the random mix even though I haven’t listened to it in many years and I was inspired which is kinda full circle since I was introduced to animatics and that anyone could make them via Hamilton back in 2015
Anyway no guarantee when I’ll get this done because it’s purely based on the whims of the universe when I’ll have the motivation to work on it lol
Oh just stab me in the heart and it would hurt less than this.
Owie my heart
I’m such a sucker for soul mates bros
The nice thing about the forgotten realms is there is a canon afterlife so at least they can meet again
Jaheira notices that her feelings about someone new in her life....
Coloring/lighting isn’t my specialty but I had fun
Some very VERY rough sketches from when I was designing Khalids mother
Rip her in that last one
I now have a hc that since Khalid wasn't there the shadow thieves asked her where he was (perhaps under a false pretense of living if she tells them), of course they’d find him one way or another but less work ya know, but she refuses to tell them
I spent way too long on this stupid meme
Here’s the original image
Audio: Sonic Adventure 2 Hero’s Story Fandub
Something about that last jaheira….
There’s something about her that is scratching my brain
I love her so much
Mapped out the progression of my khalid design. apparently it’s been 11 months of this already. happy new year!
🚨KHALID MENTION THIS IS NOT A DRILL🚨
I remember hearing the “sit in it for all I care” in the jaheira voice files on YouTube actually
Was looking through the folder of datamined dialogue (thanks again @thecubspeaks for sending it to me!!) and found all these Jaheira and Minsc dialogues I've never seen before
