#carnal musings

[cherryinterlude]

more photos of owen being ethereal and cunty... the world is healing

[bananaede]

He's so nrnfhsjfhehshakww♡

[chococolte]

should i write for wuthering waves...

[razzberrydazz]

Thinking about the fact Minthara is from house Baenre

How well does she know Jarlaxle Baenre, if at all?

I need to know how closely related they are, for science. Are they just cousins? Siblings? Nephew? Aunt? Great grandniece twice removed? What's the familial tie here?

Both Minthara and Jarlaxle hail from The most powerful and influential house within Menzoberranzan. The cream of the crop of Lolthite cruelty.

Jarlaxle chose to start the Bregan D'aerthe, a merchantile and mercenary group largely consisting of houseless or disgraced male drow, but even while leading a band of mercs all trying to escape the thumb of the Lolthite matriarchy, they were directly funded by House Baenre. They still served the first house of Menzoberranzan with the commerce they brought in.

Minthara went to confront the absolutists for having the audacity to send their proselytizers to her people only to be infected and brainwashed herself. If it weren't for the absolutists and Orin she probably would have never left the Underdark or her house.

Realistically Minthara and Jarlaxle never met or crossed paths in person even while part of the same house, since a house of such power and importance probably has Quite a big family tree to form its ranks. They probably definitely know of each other, at least hear about in passing. Minthara having never met Jarlaxle would still know of the Bregan D'aerthe and the trade they brought via her house.

Gale of Waterdeep probably is blissfully unaware how close he was to another Baenre, since Jarlaxle set up his merc group in Waterdeep and Luskan among other places in the underbelly of the Sword Coast. Waterdeep Dragon Heist has him as one of the possible antagonists and his whole plan was to use the money from the heist to bribe his way into governmental power in Luskan and the Lord's Alliance.

I think it would've been cool to have banter between Minthara and Gale of him mentioning Waterdeep and Minthara telling him her cousin Jarlaxle has a foothold there and that his merc group has a history of smuggling Netherese artifacts. Food for thought.

[mars-ipan]

@small-jar and i are talking abt our funny little dnd plans for fortune and his totally-human-and-not-a-vampire boyfriend and. i got excited. anyways followers meet honamiya he is also a completely original character

(drawing base under cut)

like my art? commission me on ko-fi!

[killedbythegroove]

[vaguely-concerned]

I am so mad about how desperately into pan I am. he was specifically made to fuck me up. they dangled him in front of me like 'hey would you like to see a sad clown trickster with emotional intimacy issues and a heart of, if not gold, then some mysterious alloy with qualities not at all unlike those of gold at the end of the day?' and I went 'boy would I!' and now I'm lost. I'm on my knees he's like if reyes vidal was actually redeemable instead of just a 'release my man he did do all of that but I don't care' situation

[jennycalendar]

im going to bite a man. why is that old woman so FUCKING attractive

[apollos-boyfriend]

CUM STREAK IN HIS HAIR BUT NO STRESS NOW

( i wouldve posted this had I not hit post limit rip-)

fucking. happy pride month or whatever

[solivagantingrebel]

I want to bite Soap so bad.

[the-kipsabian]

[iceiclehorned]

From the moment that first interaction unveils itself, snowballing into something deeper than it ever should have, the curse of emotional attachment carves deep into the heart of the unyielding woman. Horrific, the way the world taunts her like this. It is nothing like her history, that ingrained fight or flight reflex she trained herself to keep barren until it was needed. That exercise of constant restraint, holding back even when it isn’t needed. Perhaps the fear of scaring away her prey was enough to keep that monster within dormant, just long enough before she chooses to strike.

Such carnal desires would hypothetically be seen in an animal, a predatory creature with an unwavering, hungry nature. Is it natural for one to be so sharp with their gaze toward one they care about? To treat them like they are helpless, in need of taking away for the rest of their lives? It was a miracle she possessed the power to keep a person within her claws. Her heart was raw and her love was unforgiving — could one even call possession “love”? Deep down, there was a wariness about feeling an attraction toward another person.

She knows her inner world is dark, blurred between black and grey, every step she takes leads her to another part of that cursed land. There was something almost beautiful while being in pain, especially when it is administered by somebody she craves so deeply. That yearning was her curse. When that attention is being given in a big dose, it causes a rift to sear the cold walls that caged her soul within that pale form. Sometimes, she would catch herself almost hurting. Was it wrong to be so needy and protective?

Was it natural to hate the sight of someone you love so close to another? That close, intimate insinuation only made her angry, with the intent to prove a point to the defiant individual she called her lover. Own all the freedom they may, they will never escape the eye of the predatory woman by nature that captured them in the first place. Playing that natural game, otherwise known as “The Hunt” was the biggest thrill one could administer their lover, even if the ending was always the same. After all, having that sugar-coated possession of a person you sought to claim and taint was far too thrilling for a Hunter.

Skin being revealed, bruised with the branding of her adoration and sickened need to keep her partner right where she needed them. Does she need to tie them down physically, keeping them spread out for her enjoyment? Could that determined light within ever melt, becoming a puddle of vulnerability? The tables rarely ever could be turned on Acheron, rather, the turn of events would leave her taken aback. A person with such a bold spirit could eradicate that assumption of the weaknesses that plague one’s mind.

Envy lived within her, no matter how hard she tried to shake the feeling. The hatred and hurt one felt from being unable to build a real, stable and consistent, long-lasting relationship with even one person was an impossibility for the likes of her. Destined to be a lone wolf, perhaps? Or too scared to take that leap of emotional intimacy? The only thing she knew how to do is be as honest as she could be, even if it burned. That adventurously, yet educational experience on Penacony, one that was paired with the blatant showcase of what true trust looked like. Was it pathetic to struggle against the odds?

Her mind was then made up. Where would the fun be if there was no struggle to conquer and no hunting to be done? What would be left if she didn’t have the chance to go against a person who could challenge that darkened spirit, scratching an itch that needs to be put in place before it festers over? Bite marks deeply sunk into the plump skin of her inner-thighs with the slick film soaking the bed her body had been placed upon, her hair sprawled out in a decorative fashion, with her nails digging into the mattress. The stimulation, the heat and the closeness to another was enough to leave her with that very weakness she once utilised to get her own way, at least until that opening makes itself available, trapping her prey underneath her, only to start marking it firmly, presenting with the same level of passion that had been bestowed upon her body just moments before.

[heartofanenigma]

Why does inspiration strike when your throat is trying to kill you and your nose is watering like your eyes?

[howifeltabouthim]

I'd had crushes—I'd even been in love. But nothing as, I don't know, full-body as this. This was why people wrote poetry. This was why all the songs were about love. I get it now, I thought. I get it.

Taffy Brodesser-Akner, from Fleishman is in Trouble

[silverselfshippingchaos]

THE WAY HE SPINS HIS SWORD AND THEN PUSHES UP HIS GLASSES...

[stackslip]