Bruh That Tone Astarion Gets When He's Casting... Goddamn That Shit Go So Deep You Can Feel It In The

bruh that tone astarion gets when he's casting... goddamn that shit go so deep you can feel it in the pussy

Snippet Sunday

Thanks for tagging me last week about sharing some WIP @roguishcat @khywren and @xxnashiraxx ! I realize I have been super MIA, but after a vacation out-of-state and finishing up two games, I'm ready to get back on my fic.

Here's a preview to Chapter 19 of Epistles. Tav does get drunk in this one, so THAT should be fun.

Astarion abandoned his quest cursing the Morninglord, approaching the two women in a sly stride. “So the gith replaced those doing works for one god with their own. I suppose our civilizations aren’t totally incomparable in that regard. We all do have a tendency to make everyone acknowledge that in which we worship, don’t we?” he wise cracked.

Lae’zel rolled her eyes. “Githyanki do not worship any gods nor follow religion. We venerate Vlaakith and to forsake her means we become the blood and meat for which she sates her dragons. The people here didn’t survive because they were weak. Weak minded and weak of brawn. Not because my people meant to ideologize them to our credence.” His arms folded against his chest, deviously rising a thick brow. “Oh dearest Lae’zel, you don’t have to belong to a religion to be religious. Whatever that you hold in highest faith, is your god.” The gith fighter growled as she fiercely trampled towards Astarion, her cinnamon hair vibrant in the sun’s path. She pointed a single elongated nail at him. “Argh! You know nothing of what you speak anymore than you know about my queen! And you are wasting time by casting your ideas about this world’s cultures into our conversation!”

Everyone else has been tagged I think? Thanks for reading!

With Stars to Fill My Dream (1 & 2)

IT'S FINALLY TIME!!!!! I have taken a deep breath, poured over these two damn chapters all day, and I'm finally ready to upload!! 🖤 Special thanks to all the hype I got from this gang- I love them so much 🖤 Thank you for hyping me every step of the way!

@preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @justabiteofspite @elinorbard @ladyduellist @bhaalsdeepbat @sashitf

Please enjoy Ofelia, my idiotic Earthling Tav/OC, trying to survive and make friends in Faerun after getting kidnapped from her realm! This is a fun, sometimes dark and angsty isekai adventure- what would happen if BG3 wasn't a thing on Earth, or D&D? How would you fare?

Opening of Chapter 1: Chasing Rabbits under the cut!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count for Both 1 & 2 Combined: 12,093

When logic and proportion,

Have fallen sloppy dead.

And the white knight is talking backwards

And the red queen’s off with her head

Remember what the dormouse said

Feed your head…

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An eerie quiet moves through the streets, cars fewer and farther between than normal. An unsettling feeling crawls over Ofelia’s skin and she shrugs her coat closer to her body, warding the night air off as she turns down a familiar alley. Her tiny apartment window glints at the end of the shadowed corridor and she grins, reaching into her pack to step back into her rollerblades. This last stretch has always been the most fun, and perhaps it’s the trepidation hanging in the night, but a smile and some exhilaration seem like the perfect medicine. She just has to get home, kick start her weekend with a cocktail and a good book, and tomorrow she’ll finally be able to adopt the cat of her dreams.

With the last lace tied, she secures her skirt and hunches over, preparing to rocket down the alleyway. She feels her muscles tense, sets her jaw- prepares to beat her personal best. She can taste the moisture in the air and the warning of the impending storm approaching, feels it in her bones as she mentally counts down.

3… 2… 1…

She never moves. Something flickers out of the corner of her eye, large and black and hulking in the night. It roils and undulates in the sky above the city, sweeping over the buildings like a dark tidal wave. She doesn’t have time to scream when the mass careens towards her, doesn’t have time to raise her arms in defense of a hit that never comes. She’s only greeted with total black as her world spins out of control and she falls unconscious.

during my first ever campaign, back when lotus was super mean and evil, they intimidated that one paralyzed tiefling in the locked warehouse and looted everything. needless to say, wyll was not pleased when they got back to camp lol

designed some bg3 charms for a con in august!!