#[i am still a devoted follower of loviatar]

[grimowled]

How does our dear Prince feel about torture?

X. ON TORTURE - AN ARTFUL FORM OF DARK SALVATION

a small snippet of insight here.

stolas has a more complex relationship with torture than your average demon - it's not necessarily a tool he uses often, but he does view it as a unique way to exercise control over body, mind and soul - and when done right, practically a twisted form of ART. rather than a mere display of power and reminder of dominance, however, he has a more nuanced and chilling perspective - he wields it as an exquisite expression of creative and merciful cruelty and guidance, a warped desire to teach and please. he finds the experience most gratifying when his victims submit willingly.

as a demon, stolas derives perverse satisfaction in the many applications of torture, tailoring it to exploit a victim's deepest fears, regrets and even desires. yet it's less about mindless & gratuitous brutality and more about the art of SUBLIME suffering, and crafting experiences that leave scars, physical or otherwise, that linger beautifully; he in fact favours psychological methods over inelegant and crude physical ones, relishing the slow unraveling of sanity. for him, fear and despair are far more potent motivators than raw pain alone.

oftentimes he shows his victims a wicked parody of compassion by offering them a reasoning for it all, to enlighten or elevate them - to reveal fundamental truths about their very souls, peeling away all illusions and awakening them into self-awareness. he maintains that he’s offering eye-opening clarity through agony, like a harsh but loving mentor.

his methods are personal and tailored to the victim: rather than inflicting generic pain he delves deeply into their psyche, unearthing their insecurities, regrets, and undisclosed desires. he uses his demonic powers to craft intricate illusions, weaves vivid hallucinations, traps them in endless mazes of horrifying nightmares, or haunts their minds with intrusive thoughts. his victims might not even realise they’re being tortured, mistaking his manipulations for their own internal struggles. whether it's fear of losing control, a loved one, failure & inadequacy, stolas knows how to make their suffering resonate profoundly and feel inescapable but transformative.

the demon prince always maintains a quiet, torturously calm voice - the reassuring smoothness of silk, the honeyed warmth of velvet - as he softly comforts his victims as their sanity crumbles, assuring them that the insight they will gain from their temporary suffering is essential.

his compassion is a paradox filtered through the lens of HELL itself, where pain is not only necessary, but the ultimate teaching experience.

ultimately his relationship to torture is a marvellous contradiction: he embodies a sadistic tormentor who gives their victims the sweet and merciful belief that he’s offering them a kind of dark salvation, until they offer themselves up willingly. he doesn't break them for mere amusement but to force them to confront the harshest truths of their pathetic existence - whether they survive it or not - all for his own selfish gain and twisted pleasure.

[fllagellant]

Also WOW I fully forgot last night to explain my reasonings behind Giilvas and Shadowheart being cousins okay hey guys

Giilvas has Gur family . I’ ve mentioned it .. once . Whoops . But it is something I have been thinking on a bit more recently , especially since I have 99% of his ingame adventure fully pinned down .

Gur are known as children of Selûne , and Giilvas being a selunite / child with a selunite heritage does make sense .. he is very connected to the moon , both being of the moon circle and his . Werewolf isms . It is possible he is a selunite but only vaguely , in a way . He is a follower of Loviatar first , but he cannot deny Selûne either

Dame Aylin would probably also be able to sense that part of him . I don’ t think Selûne would just abandon one of her children , even if said child is still relearning parts of his heritage through the very limited means he has

Giilvas is not a Lythari , he’ s still of wood elf parents and he chose the whole lycanthropy thing ; but it is fun to note the similarities between him and a Certain Selunite Lythari ( all Lythari are said to be selunites I know )

Shadowheart has .. very little explained in terms of her family , specifically , her mother . But if both parents were devote Selunites , and we can assume her parents were a part of a nomadic group of Selunites that had stopped to allow Shadowheart to undergo the trial for Selûne , then I don’ t feel incorrect in saying that Shadowheart’ s mom was Gur . ( this is also my rroma shadowheart agenda but Shh )

Also sorry but . Jenevelle is also proof I am using for said agenda …

Even if Giilvas seems to be more “ full “ than “ half “ elf , since both parents were more elven , he still has that Gur family . Shadowheart’ s mom was one of his Aunts .

They don’ t know for a While that they are related , but they also have a sort of Feeling that there is something going on .. Shadowheart vaguely recognizes Giilvas’ last name , Giilvas swears Shadowheart reminds him of … etchings he saw , trying to learn of his family

Act 3 with the power of Dame Aylin and Isobel ( Aylin can probably note the connection between them and affirms there is something There ) they manage to gather a few family documents and are able to pull together a picture of what the tree is like and . Yeah they are on the same one !

[thebawdybaldurian]

BG3FicFeb Day 9

SFW: Tav meets the Loviatar priest and helps him demonstrate some of his tools in front of her companions and a few eager goblins.

NSFW: A young Tav enjoys some time in the park with a new love, ending up streaking and getting arrested by the local magistrate, narrowly avoiding meeting her eventual husband.

SFW: Meeting Abdirak, the Loviatar priest in the goblin camp

Content Warning: Impact play, light sadomasochism. This is still slightly NSFW....

As the adventurers wandered around the inner halls of the Selunite Temple, now home to a horde of goblins, they began to hear a strange thumping sound followed by a muffled cry. It wasn’t regular, but it was persistent. As they drew closer, a goblin stumbled out of a nearby room, clutching its backside. Tav almost dared not to look, but peeked inside to see a man kneeling in a sort of prayer. The heels of his leather boots had spur-like attachments that dug into his flesh as he sat on his heels. “Come in, please,” the man somehow noticed her lingering in the door. “I can see you are curious.” He stood up, the wounds from the spurs visible through his dark robes. His back was scarred from self-flagellation.

“What's a Priest of Loviatar doing here, of all places?” Tav tried to hide a smirk as her companions joined her in the doorway.

“You are familiar with my Goddess?” The man asked.

“When I was younger, I did the rounds as a devotee to her, Sune, and Sharess, while getting to know myself again,” Tav replied as Astarion looked at her curiously. She’d mentioned her time devoted to Sune, but never the other Goddesses.

“And what did you discover about yourself?” The priest asked, slowly approaching her.

“That pain is alright, but I much prefer pleasure,” she answered, hearing Astarion make a quiet noise in his throat.

“Interesting,” the man smiled. “My name is Abdirak,” he extended a scarred hand. “And you are?”

“Tav,” she allowed him to take her hand, which he examined.

“Hmmm,” he looked it over carefully. “Calluses on your fingertips, but the body of a dancer. You may embrace pleasure, but you still suffer for your art, do you not bard?”

“I suppose do.”

“Would you perhaps, indulge me for a moment? The goblins in this camp have little concept of the delicate balance of pain and pleasure. I’d love to offer them a demonstration. Torture need not end in blood and death.”

“And…you’d like me to participate?”

He nodded with a smile.

“What exactly do you have in mind? Whipping me?” She looked over at the unrolled satchel of whips, floggers, paddles, and other torture implements.

“Whichever you prefer,” he turned his gaze to the satchel as well. “Nothing that breaks that beautiful skin, I imagine.”

“Indeed,” Tav made a closer inspection of the implements.

“I will leave you to make your choice and bring the goblins in for the demonstration.”

He left the room with a nod as the others stood silently in the back. “You’re not really considering doing this?” Gale finally asked as Tav began to the test the weight of a flogger and paddle.

“I sure hope so,” Astarion grinned widely. “Both excellent choices, dear.”

“I feel as if we should step out then,” Gale blushed.

“I know I am staying,” Shadowheart smirked.

“Same here,” Karlach picked up one of the whips. “Nice.”

“I’m curious how much you can take,” Lae’zel’s expression remained neutral.

Only Gale and Wyll decided to step out, the others huddled together where they could get the best view. Abdirak returned with several of the goblins, who all snickered nervously when they saw Tav holding her chosen paddle. “You have chosen?” He took the paddle she’d chosen from her hands.

“Position yourself however you wish.”

Tav leaned over the small stone dais in the middle of the room, resting on her elbows, her ass pushed out towards the group of observers. “I can’t believe she’s doing it,” Karlach whispered quietly with glee. The priest began a short speech about how pleasure and pain can be one and the same or some such thing. Tav had already heard it all before and was eager to get the actual demonstration underway.

“Are you ready, Tav?” He asked, the paddle poised a ways from her backside.

“Absolutely,” she wiggled her ass a little.

He brought the paddle against her ass with a hard smack, the wood impacting her leather trousers. She let out a little yelp, but it had been a pretty tame hit. “More?” He asked, wishing she’d made noise.

“Oh, have we started?” She challenged him, glancing back at Astarion with a wide grin that matched his own. Abdirak wound the paddle up again, further back this time. It made a louder smack against her ass and she yelped a little louder. It hurt slightly, but didn’t have the familiar sting she was used to. “Perhaps it’s the pants,” she suggested.

“Bare ass!” One of the goblins shouted.

“Yeah!” Another added.

Tav looked back at her companions, every single one of them with a different expression on their face. “Alright,” she sighed, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down just enough to reveal a bit of flesh.

“Nice,” Karlach whispered again, prodding Astarion, who had made a pleased noise in his throat at the reveal.

The priest eyed her lustrous pale skin hungrily. “Branded by Milil, I see,” he caressed the paddle against the lyre tattoo on her right ass check. “You do love to suffer for your art.” He wound the paddle up even more. It snapped across her ass loudly, a sharp yelp escaping her throat. The goblins cheered, her pale skin now marred by a slightly pink line. “More?” Abdirak asked.

“Please,” she nodded.

He impacted the same spot again, the slap of wood against skin echoing through the room. “Gods,” she cried, her ass stinging.

“Are you asking her for more?”

“More, Mistress of Pain. The flogger next.”

He switched his tools, taking the leather flogger in his hand. It impacted with less noise, but more pain, each leather strap hitting her skin in a different area. Her pink skin was now mottled by smaller red marks. “Again, please,” she asked, ready for one more. He complied, whipping the straps against her even harder. “Fuck!” She shouted as one of the straps snapped against the bottom of her vulva.

“Enough?” he heaved, the bright red marks on her ass almost intoxicating.

“For now,” she nodded, pulling up her pants so no one would see the growing wetness between her thighs. “Thank you. That was enlightening,” she turned around. Everyone that could blush, was, Astarion the most.

“Bravo, dear,” he caressed her ass as she rejoined the group. He’d kept his gaze fixed at the base of her cunt, curious to see how turned on she got. He’d bitten sharply into his lip when he’d seen the strap reach it and the slight glistening as she pulled her pants up. He kept that in his mind for later.

NSFW: Exhibitionism

Background: This is story takes place about 100 years before the events of BG3. Tav is fresh out of the bard's college and a fairly new resident of Baldur's Gate. In my story, she and Astarion are soul mates and had quite a few close calls before finally meeting in a scenario where they could actually be together. This chapter involves their first near miss. This chapter includes a brief discussion about this event.

Content Warning: Fondling, mermaid whisky dick, streaking, sexual coercion.

It was a beautiful day in the park, a warm late-spring breeze tickling through the air. Tav walked beside Adden, a handsome brunette who she’d met a few tendays ago. It wasn’t anything serious yet, as Tav was still seeing several other people at once, but she did like him quite a bit. He was an adventurer and she already had dreams of a thrilling journey she could turn into a book. She’d barely been out of the bard’s college for a year. They’d come to the park for a picnic and possibly some public sex. Tav wore a skimpy romper and no underwear, receiving quite few stares and glares from the upper class visitors to the park.

They found a slightly secluded spot off the main paths and spread their blanket out. They ate and shared a flask of whisky and a lot of heavy petting. “Everyone was staring at your ass,” he began pulling down her romper, slightly tipsy and leaving sloppy kisses across her skin.

“I think I heard one prude call me a harlot! Who says that anymore?” She laughed, also a little drunk.

“They are just jealous. You’re so fucking hot,” he unbuttoned his pants, though he was still not hard yet. She pulled them down all the way and then straddled him, grabbing his limp cock and rubbing it against her cunt. "Mmmm that feels good."

“Everything alright?” She finally asked after a few minutes of him moaning and grunting, that produced barely any effect on his cock.

“Um, I might have drank too much,” he smashed his hand against his flaccidness. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Seriously?” She whined, her cunt throbbing and wet.

“That mermaid whisky gets me every time.”

“Light-weight,” she sighed and climbed off him. “What now?”

“We should show these Upper City snobs some Lower City style.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s streak! If they are so bothered about everyone looking proper, let’s be really improper.”

“That’s idiotic.”

“Why, are you scared?”

“No. I got extra credit every year at the college doing nude figure modeling.”

“Then come on, show off that beautiful body! Maybe the excitement will finally get me hard.”

“Fine, why not!” She shrugged, climbing to her feet. Adden grabbed the blanket, tying it around his neck like a cape. “Why do you get to wear accessories?”

“Because I’ve got a hairy arse and yours is perfect,” he smacked her on it. He piled all their clothes into the empty basket and slung it over his arm. “Come on!”

He ran back onto the path, beginning to sing some low brow tavern song. Tav shook out her waist length hair and joined him, her clear, powerful voice catching everyone’s attention. They skipped and danced through the park while singing and laughing, receiving equal amounts of smiles and glares. As they reached the edge of the park, someone seized Tav by the arm. “Oh shit,” she blanched when she saw the constable’s uniform. Adden saw the man as well, taking the opportunity to run off, still with her clothes in the basket. “Adden, you asshole! Get back here!” She shouted as the constable pulled her out of the park. “What’s the problem?” Tav bemoaned. “I was just having a bit of fun.”

“I’m sure all the patriars who will be berated all night by their wives about their wagging tongues won’t be having fun, Sweet Cheeks,” the constable grinned vulgarly.

“Where are you taking me?” Tav asked, as the constable grabbed an empty potato sack from a produce stand to cover her with, ripping open holes for her head and arms.

“The local jail. The magistrate has gone home for the night, so you’ll have to wait for him to decide the fine in the morning.”

“Fine? For what?”

“Indecent exposure. Maybe Aggravating the Virtues of a Proper Lady.”

“What? That's ridiculous!”

“Keep the saucy games down in the Lower City next time.”

Tav spent the night in jail, huddled in the potato sack. The female bailiff was kind enough to find her some pants in the morning, before she was brought up to the local magistrate’s office upstairs. “Had a little fun in the park, did we?” He read out her complaint, pulling off his spectacles to ogle her. He was a disgusting older-looking human, spoiled by wealth and excess, like most of the judiciary in Baldur’s Gate. He shifted with a grunt, his hand clearly on his cock now. “Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?” he licked his lips. “Why don’t we head back to the scene of the crime and have a little fun ourselves and I forget all about the fine?”

“I’m sure I can pay it,” she tried to keep her face blank and not full of rage. This wasn’t the first time she’d been coerced after getting into trouble with the law.

“It’s very…large,” he grinned, unsnapping the top button of his trousers.

“How big?” She gritted her teeth into a seductive grin, balling up her fists.

“Why don’t you come to this side of the desk and see?” He smiled, shoving his hand down his pants.

She got up, focusing all her rage into her arms, walking behind the desk, finding his hand rubbing himself furiously. “That’s right, sweetie, come sit in my lap,” he grunted, pulling out his pink, wrinkled cock.

She leaned over him with a smile, taking a handful of his hair. She wound up her fist and punched him square in the nose. “It looks quite small to me,” she spit on him as he screamed, blood rushing down his face.

The bailiff ran in after hearing the commotion. She tried to hide a smile, knowing how many ended up behind the magistrate’s desk. “She broke my fucking nose!” He yelled as she pulled Tav away. “Another night in jail and double the fine, 500 gold,” he hissed, stuffing an expensive lace handkerchief to his face.

“That’s a first,” the bailiff remarked as she shut her back in.

“What? Him trying to coerce someone into sex?”

“Oh Gods no, he does that with almost anyone he thinks he can get away with, man or woman. You’re the first that’s ever made him bleed.”

“Why does he get away with it?”

“That’s Baldur’s Gate, honey. Everywhere actually. You have a fancy enough job title or a big enough safe in the Counting House, you can get away with murder.”

Tav sighed and sunk down onto the hard wooden bench. Spending another night in jail would mean missing out on another night at the tavern, singing for tips. She’d have to work the next tenday just to pay the fine, forgetting about rent and food. “Hey, chin up,” the bailiff locked her in. “As soon as the asshole leaves for the day, I will cut you loose.”

“Thank you,” Tav nodded as the woman disappeared into her office. She brought Tav a little extra food and blanket to keep her warm.

The magistrate changed into a new doublet, his other now ruined. His nose was plugged up with wads of cotton and his eyelids had already begun to bruise. If the woman cost him his handsome date tonight, she’d been in for an even bigger fine. He climbed down the stairs at dusk, glaring at the shadowed figure huddled in the corner of the jail cell. Perhaps she’d end up dead in the park after being abused in every hole. No one would know once her name was removed from his records. His date was waiting for him down the street. “Rucauld? What happened, darling?” Astarion tried to hide a smile by pretending to be shocked.

“Some fucking whore bard hit me. A degenerate they found sucking cock in the park or something.”

“Sounds like a lovely woman,” Astarion mumbled to himself, fussing over his latest target.

“I’m sorry if this ruins our evening,” Rucauld breathed heavily from his mouth. “I wanted to spend all night with you.”

“It’s alright, dear,” Astarion kissed his cheek, breathing a sigh of relief at not having to be subjected to fucking this man. “Why don’t we head back to my dear friend’s manor and I can ease your troubles?” He ran his hand against his cock suggestively.

"Mmmm, okay," Rucauld groaned, taking Astarion's arm.

Astarion could smell the blood clotted in the man’s nose, wishing he could just drain the bastard dead. Instead, he said a silent thank you to whoever the bard was, having been spared a night of humiliation with another cruel victim.

[houseofhomebrew]

9?

 I'm pretty sure thisis about the post I reblogged of 100 character questions, I did not actuallyexpect anyone to ask me about my characters, but since you (hopefully) did andI can't think of anything else this could be about, I am more than happy to answer! 

9 - What deity, ifany, does your character worship? What’s their opinion on other people’sworship?

Murdoc"Murky" Reverence - Fire Genasi Lore WizardMurkywas followed Deneir and was part of the Inquisition of Oghma (a factioninvented as part of the homebrew Planescape campaign I played them in). Theywere not fiercely devoted in like a religious way to Oghma or Deneir, butmore so the good that their organizations were doing on their home plane. Afterthey lost all their sorcerer levels destroying the city of brass and wereimprisoned by Wee Jas, the inquisition of Oghma were among the few allowed tovisit them. Their opinions on the worship of others vary greatly depending onwho is being worshiped, they are Chaotic Good and so generally get upset at theworship of evil.

Rieta Temerity -Tiefling Deathknight / Oathbreaker PaladinRietaworshiped Ilmater before she was forced to break her oath under a suggestionspell. She believes that faith is incredibly important and strongly encouragesothers to seek out a temple in times of need, but believes herself unworthy ofthe same fate. In her heart, she still has a great love for the temple that sheserved in and Ilmater, but cannot forgive herself.

ShavaBrightshield-Galanoel - Drow Elf War Cleric / Death ClericSheworshiped Lolth by virtue of being born in Menzoberranzan and being given tothe church as a child. She always had trouble with not being kind and soeventually got prayed to Lolth for a mission to the surface. Lolth came inperson to mock her for trying to run away, Shava's plan had been to search forher beloved who had been banished from Menzoberranzan. Anyway, Lolth sent herup there so she could get the pleasure of watching Shava have to rely on herpower to help people and watch Shava drag her soul further into the spider's webwith each spell she cast. Shava accepted Lolth's influence in order to save thelife of her beloved girlfriend. Eventually, after a whole campaign, Shava threwoff Lolth's influence and became a cleric of Death, the abstract concept, butthis made Lolth angry and she continued to intervene in Shava's life, trying tobring her back. So, Shava is a little bit burned by religion but also, acleric, so she doesn't really mind other people's worship but will occasionallyspout cryptic shit about wanting to kill gods.

Sgt. Gale - EladrinMagusI'mpretty sure Gale put all their faith into like the Order of the Round andwasn't into religion. Their number one ideal was that every person wasinherently good. They didn't really care about the worship of others, so longas they were trying their best to be good. I do imagine after the horrors ofChult they'd have a bone to pick with any lich gods though.

Gabrielle Helleborne- Fallen Aasimar WarlockWorships the fiend devoutly, to the point of like mass murder, didn't know which fiendthough. It turned out to be Levistus. Thinks gods are for suckers and they'llnever respond, not like the fiend did in his time of need. 100% pure gradebastard.

Jez Vice - TieflingCollege of Whispers BardReallyonly interested in Zhent stuff and like generally being edgy, doesn't careabout gods nor worship, only interested in tactile material things.

Lucky - Human Void Mind OracleTheydevote all their attention to fate, every opinion and decision they make isdetermined by the pull of a card from a tarot deck, so aside from their strongbelieve in the power of fate, no concrete opinions. 

Nim Aloro - Half-ElfMastermind RogueAnex-zhentarim kingpin, only interested in material things and their new foundride or die best friend who happened to be some kind of cleric. I have no ideawhat god it was though. They don't have any strong opinions on worship norgods, except for gratefulness that Aoth's magic saved their ass on severalseveral occasions and almost prevented the summoning of Tiamat. (We failed. Butit was very close.) Definitely has a bone to pick with Tiamat but kind ofpicked it when they shot her in the faces.

Victor Lazarov -Fallen Aasimar Conquest PaladinAnothergrade A bastard that I had the good sense to shelve and not replace Rieta with.Sometimes you just play too many lawful good characters in charge of chaoticneutral bards and you have to snap and go lawful evil. Worshiped Loviatar forbastard reasons. Just like 100% bastard. Probably spits on you for worshiping agood god and calls you a coward.

Daedalus Grimlight -Fey'ri Lore WizardSoldhis soul for eternal life, interested only in worship in terms of what he canlearn from it.

Vlar Alholsar -Triton DeathknightIndifferentto worship. Hates tradition though.

Thank you so muchfor asking! It made my day :D