#halsin is always just there. like. yeah ok guys. whatever

[twi-liight]

Hi! I suffer from Baldur's Gate brainrot. I just stumbled upon your blog and love your writing! Could you do some Astarion, Gale and Karlach headcanons for taking care of Tav after they're badly injured in battle?

Reckless Attack ❣

Grieve, weep, and agonize over a corpse - but know that death is never final in Faerun. The burden of injuries will instead always be present: pain is eternal, no matter how numb. ❥ Astarion/Tav, Gale/Tav, Karlach/Tav. ❥ TW: Descriptive mentions of injuries and gore. ❥ Act 2 spoilers. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the reader/oc insert. Their real name is up to you!

An Absolutist cult has gathered deep in the bowels of the forests of Rivington. Nothing out of the ordinary... Other than the sheer numbers they possess, creating a dense population of Absolute extremists gathered in stone ruins.

Adventuring parties that dare to end their machinations perished slowly and painfully. Their corpses - what is left of them - are displayed pierced from the gnarled branches of the trees, where they bleed out on the forest ground.

Tav, Astarion, Gale, and Karlach had a plan: throw a barrel full of smoke bombs into the middle of the ruins, firebolt, and profit. Except things didn’t go according to plan (they never do). That barrel was supposed to be at their rendezvous point, but the cultists found it before they did and thought it a gift from their Goddess.

Trapped in hiding, Tav decided to do what they do best: attack.

A potent necromancy curse was successfully cast on Tav, negating any healing spells thrown their way.

Well.

Fuck.

ASTARION

"As always, you refuse to listen to me. And now look at you: a mess. What did I say about running afool to the vanguard?" Astarion does not wait for their response. “Don't do it. It is smarter to be in the shadows in this instance. And what did you do? Ran alone into a quarry of cultists with no sense of self-preservation!”

Anger, pure anger, is present in his voice, sharpening his typical melodic lilt into daggers. If he cared about the present company - Shadowheart, Halsin, and Gale crowded into a tent, surrounding Tav upon their cot - it is nonexistent in his wine-red eyes. They could get lost in those bloody depths for hours. But not now. Not when seething rage roils off of his body like a cloud of darkness.

They look away.

"Nothing to say for yourself, darling?” he mocks. Astarion’s visage twists into a sneer, sharply turning his face away from them. He finds an unused rag, wets it, wrings it of excess water, and then moves past Shadowheart. “Allow me,” he murmurs to her, gentler.

Shadowheart’s inquisitive green eyes understand the depth of the situation immediately. She sighs, clearly annoyed he has taken over her job, but is dissuaded by Astarion’s next string of words: “I’ll clean them up. Magic and healing and all that wonderful nonsense are not necessarily my area of expertise. A firebolt here and there, surely, but I wouldn’t know where to begin with a curse that... Negates healing magic.”

“Sure,” Shadowheart replies, eyes flicking to Tav. Worry is evident over her features. Worry hangs heavy around everyone. Emerging out of battles victorious and grievously injured is commonplace; nothing a mass healing word couldn't fix along with a good night’s rest. Open wounds would be closed scars, ailments would be cured, and broken bones would be unbroken. Rinse and repeat.

This time, it is different.

They, and they alone, were cursed with a necromancy spell that makes all healing magic useless to their wounds.

Their wounds are appalling: Broken ribs evident with the pain swelling in their chest and labored breathing, purple and black blotchy bruises from the hammer blows they took to the shoulder, an open laceration across their chest, their ankle snapped in two, burns on their left leg crawling up their thigh. Blood all over their face from their own and from the enemies they felled.

“Hey, it’s fine,” they wheeze out. "Nothing I can't handle. The cultists are down and dead and buried - everything else can come after."

Hesitantly, Gale opens his mouth to reply, but is abruptly cut off by Astarion snapping out: "No."

"No," they echo. Their brows furrow.

"What a saint you are," Astarion snarls. His lips are down-turned, fangs bared as he speaks, but his ministrations upon their face are soothing. Gently, he rubs off the blood with a cool washcloth, eyes focusing on the task at hand as he cannot bear to look at them.

"Throwing yourself into the heat of battle like that, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy watching rational fly past you when you make your impulsive decisions?"

They flush with humiliation and hurt. Broken and battered, they dig their elbow into the cot to prop themselves up and face Astarion head-on, but Halsin presses a hand into their shoulder and pushes them down.

Fuck. Their head spins in circles.

"You're one to talk. Impulsivity is your middle name; you said yourself that planning is not your forte." Even raising their voice hurts but they do it anyway. Their eyes, threatening to slip into oblivion, flood with frustrated tears. "What the fuck is your problem, Astarion?"

"Must I really spell it out for you, sweetheart? You go around, telling everyone exactly what they need to hear. You tell them they aren't alone. That you will help them, that you will ensure they see the future that they want." The words are venom: petty and spiteful and yearning to be understood. "You," Astarion hisses out, "are so blind."

Tempers rising to fever pitch, Halsin tenses from his spot at the foot of the cot. From the corner of Tav's eye, they see Gale murmur something to him, something like, Let this play out. Astarion would never hurt them.

"I am the only one who will take the first step!" Tav cries. The words explode out of their broken chest faster than they realize, flying like an arrow straight toward Astarion's unbeating heart. "I risk my life - every day - for all of YOU! For all the people that need me! For all that I am because-"

"Because what?" He taunts. "Because it is the right thing to do? Look at yourself, Tav! You are on death's door if not for everyone in this room!"

"Because no one else will do it! Not anyone in this damn camp cares enough to- to help the people we could-" They cough violently, but they slam their elbows into the cot to prop themselves up. No one stops them this time as they meet Astarion's burning eyes. "No one cares but ME-"

"WE care about you!" Louder. Vicious. Astarion's voice splits in the air in two in one fell swoop, striking them down like lightning into silence.

He's breathing heavily, panting, as if exhausted. The adrenaline pumping in his veins is begging him to swoop Tav up and run away with them. Away from all of this bullshit and into hiding within the shadows. Maybe the Underdark. Maybe the Shadowcursed Lands. They can descend into madness together.

At least there, they will be safe.

"I care about you," Astarion chokes out before he can stop himself. "More than anything. Do you know that? I hope you know that."

Their mouth forms the words to reply, Of course I do, but it doesn't leave their throat. Instead, it stays stuck there like a fluttering butterfly, forced into silence. It hurts to speak. It hurts to talk. It hurts to see him like this.

He calls out their name so quietly it could have been a trick of the wind.

"Astarion," they plead.

He shakes his head, stubborn and unconvinced. "You don't owe these people anything. You certainly do not owe them your life for their burdens. I," he breathes out, voice as shaky as a leaf in the wind. He screws his eyes shut and clenches his fist around the rag, where their blood stains his palm.

"I almost lost the sun of my life today."

When Astarion opens his eyes, they are steeled with resilience and fury as they gaze into theirs. It is hypnotic. It is lonely. They yearn to comfort him.

"It will not happen again."

GALE

"Easy," Gale murmurs, a strong arm laying them down in his tent. Soft blankets and pillows meet their back, and the cushy grass beneath makes for a cool and comforting sleep. Their breath stutters, but Gale gazes at them so fondly as he pushes their hair from their face that the pain eases.

He does not miss their labored breathing. "Shhh shh shh. I've got you. Just focus on me."

His thumb lingers on the swell of their cheek. His eyes flutter close. A gentle glow of purple surrounds him, and eventually, that gentleness extends to Tav. The agonizing, piercing sensation in their chest numbs into a cool, muted nothingness. They gasp - then exhale in relief, slower than their panicky, short breaths from before.

"That's it," he encourages. "Well done, my love. How are you feeling?"

"So-so," they reply. Their voice aches and croaks, but for some reason, it makes Gale smile.

Oh no. He knows that look.

They study his handsome, tired face, looking for any signs of alarm. Is he hungry? Does he need to feed on another artefact? Was there an envoy telling them they missed another Absolutist hideout? Did they miss something? Did they do something wrong?

No. Nope. "Enough of that." He takes their hand, kisses their knuckles, then sighs. "You're the last person who should be worrying about someone. Such a pest, hm? Always buzzing around me like I'm seconds away from disappearing in front of your eyes..."

"You are," they say. Their brows furrow, and they pant out, "The-- your burden to carry, the--"

"The orb, I know. I know." His heart twists. It aches. He failed Mystra before and that was painful. But this is another subject entirely; it couldn't come close. Watching sheer heartbreak in their expression because of him? Oh, Goddess forgive him, he has failed them.

Gale can scarcely celebrate his victory, too. He undid the damned curse that affected Tav's ability to receive magic. The necromancy spell was so potent that Tav rejected any healing spells thrown at them. Late into the hours of experimentation, he, Halsin, and Shadowheart considered allowing the effects to wither and die rather than exterminating it outright. It was Jaheira who told them it would be inefficient, because how long would they have to wait in camp while Tav rode out the effects of the curse? Ideally? Hours. But days? Weeks? Months?

He spent the long night following and feeling out the curse with the Weave. It was a complicated hex - a tangled knot of magic that had to be unwoven carefully, thread by thread. Every connotation, every intent was traced back to the heart of the curse, and he followed it with abandon.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble, then," they whisper.

"You should be," he jests. "Nearly made my heart collapse, seeing you like that."

The image is still burned into his mind. He can't stop thinking about it. His mortality has always been a dreadful afterthought pushed into the further recesses of his tadpole-addled brain, but was he so taken with Tav that he never realized how mortal they were, too?

No. No. Gale tightens his grip on their hand, giving them a comforting squeeze as they breathe in and out, in and out. It's not that he never realized how susceptible they are to death and danger. He just never wanted to confront it.

"You are changing the very premise of my life," he says softly. An exasperated chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head, adding, "as always. I don't know what I would have done if I actually lost you, back there." What wouldn't I do? "No scrolls of revivifies, no Withers to bring you back. I wouldn't be able to accept it."

He understands Ketheric Thorm all too well, now.

"Come here," they whisper. Gale lets their hands press into the back of his head. He thinks, absently, that he would let them do much of anything. In their care, he is no grand wizard with a plethora of achievements under his belt. No. He is as humble as the Weave itself, and their hands compose music and art for him to simply bear witness to.

They rest his head upon their chest, where his ear can listen to the comforting sound of their beating heart.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud thud.

"Good night, my love," Gale says, when their breathing evens and they have finally fallen into peaceful slumber. He does not sleep at all.

KARLACH

"Oh gods. Oh gods!" Karlach clasps Tav's left hand between hers, holding tightly and vowing to never let go. Their blood stains her hand and chest and clothes. It's everywhere. Sickly sweet and sticky, drawing all of her attention from the room to the sensation of it dripping down her skin.

They've lost so much blood. It's nauseating, like an unsettling reality has just settled in her stomach.

"Tav!" She exclaims, helpless and pathetic. "Why did you do that, you big idiot? You seriously could have gotten killed out there, why-- why aren't you..."

Responding? Where are their quips, their sass, their brightness she fell so fast and hard for? Tav lays there upon the cot, broken and battered. Karlach has seen the remains of her enemies after she has slaughtered them and has barely flinched. She can barely stomach the sight of them bloodied, bones twisted in the wrong way, bruises so purple they're as black as a chasm.

All they can do is breathe. Their eyes focus distantly above them to the roof of the tent, but nothing else.

Panic seizes her faster than she can control it. "Are they breathing?! Are they going to survive this?! Fuck," she growls, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair, matted with blood. "I should have made those sons of bitches suffer."

"Karlach," Shadowheart says, firm but gentle, her hands bloody too as she applied pressure down on Tav's wounds, "it was important that you returned them to camp as fast as you did. Sometimes, we do not have the luxuries to let our enemies die in pain."

Right. Right. Karlach watched an Absolutist barbarian slam his warhammer into Tav's back. Once to knock them down. Twice to keep them plastered on the ground. Once more to keep them unconscious. She saw red, then: the rage she slipped into boiled her veins so hot, the howl she let out sent her surroundings enemies into a frightened frenzy. She hacked her great axe into the barbarian over and over and over until he was nothing but a bloodied pulp of a man, more gore than flesh.

She scooped Tav up from the ground. Karlach never let anyone else touch them. She snarled and snapped at the others who tried to come too close and dead sprinted as fast as she could back to camp.

She heard their choked sobs of pain in her arms. They choked out her name, and Karlach couldn't offer them much of anything other than an, "We're going home, bubs, just hang on. 'Kay? You just focus on me."

"Can I stay here?" She begs Shadowheart. "I won't get in the way. Just let me hold their hand, please."

Shadowheart exchanges a conflicted glance at Halsin. He nods, and she sighs. "Fine," she says. "But - I need you to stand to the side for now. You can hold their hand after we're done figuring out how to undo this curse."

"A fine specimen of a curse, really," Gale adds, his hand curled under his chin. "I'm almost impressed."

"I would be too," huffs Shadowheart, "if our reckless leader wasn't caught up in this mess. Really, what were you thinking?"

"Right?" Karlach shoves off into the corner of the tent, doing her best to keep herself as small and as out-of-the-way as possible. Tears flood her eyes, and she chokes out, "Of all the things to do, why did it have to be that? I thought you said you trusted me! To have your back! I have your back, don't I? Don't I?"

"Of course you do," Halsin croons. He hooks his finger into a bottle of salve, and spreads it on Tav's burns. Tav visibly winces and tenses, whimpering in pain.

"Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Karlach wails. "You're hurting them! I'll kill you, Halsin, I swear it!"

Gale exchanges a look with Shadowheart. He ponders deeply for a moment as Karlach sobs devastatingly behind them. He opens his mouth, then shuts it promptly.

"Just say it," Shadowheart urges impatiently.

"We should play a game," he suggests. "The quiet game."

"No way," Karlach hiccups. "I'm dogshit at that game. Anyway, focus on Tav or I'll gut you, seriously."

❥ Additional links: kofi | ao3

[incubus-puppy]

OMG the thing about the problem with zoophilia. SO real. I’m tired of ppl getting called zoophiles just for saying they like Kovu from Lion King 2. Like, I think the only reason ppl are into Lion King (and other animal Disney film) characters is bc they can talk, have personalities, and human like expressions. Like, isn’t every lesbian and straight guy into that one frame of Nala with that specific sultry expression?? Doesn’t mean you should go around fucking lions, but it’s ok to have a crush on a fictional character. (Feral nsfw is another thing entirely, but like, a crush is fine.)

The whole animal dildo thing still weirds me out because if it’s the animal genitalia you’re specifically into, that’s getting into zoo territory and that person could end up doing things to real animals, but using one isn’t inherently harmful so whatever. People are so weird about shit like this. It’s always that people hate stuff because it’s taboo and not for the REAL reason it’s bad (that it hurts someone or something). It’s the same reason people are racist and homophobic and stuff; we hate things because the group we’re in hates it and deems it bad, not because we put any actual thought into WHY it might be harmful. Makes me so irritated. I hate human nature.

idk. im attracted to human genitalia that i don't interact with due to lack of consent all the time. fundamentally i don't think attraction leads someone to harm someone other than determining, maybe, who they harm. i think that desire for control and power and the desire to harm leads someone to harm someone or something. so i don't rly care about animal phalluses or whatever else and i don't actually think being a zoophile is automatically a slippery slope to anything.

in the interest of transparency, i think categorically i may be a zoo, bc i think if the aforementioned baldur's gate romance scene could happen irl id get really and truly attracted to bear halsin, etc. but outside of human cnc contexts im not actually into or cool with things or people not consenting, and im not attracted to things that lack the capacity to consent, so im not really attracted to irl animals. someone in the tags of the post that inspired mine was something along the lines of "what do these people think therian means? I'm literally an animal, if you're into me YOU'RE the zoo" which i think is based as hell. but yeah, i care EVEN less about dildos or packers or whatever because it is. an object. like it is a shape you use for sexual release, or it is a tool of identity expression. it's FINE it's all fine. sooo over disgust based morality

also re: kovu and nala lmaoooo you are so right. i had crushes on both of them as a kid

[bunnidarling]

About my beautiful slutty son, Averyll:

What is your Tav’s sexuality/orientation preference?

Gay / Homosexual

What are their biggest ‘NOs’ they will never consider doing during sex?

Wow that’s a hard one. Averyll really isn’t a “no” kind of guy. That said, he has no interest in watersports or scat play. His desire to please does have a limit after all.

Are they a Top/Bottom/Switch? 

A consummate bottom, but could switch if that’s what their top wanted. 

Favorite Position?

It depends on the partner and the mood. For something more tender maybe a variation of missionary so they can gaze into each other’s eyes. I think his default is just wanting to be used, So getting taken from behind while being held or having fingers shoved in his throat is *chef kiss*

Do they prefer giving or receiving? 

Averyll prefers whatever his partner wants. Whether that’s giving or receiving, just knowing that he’s being of service is his thrill. 

Tits or Ass?

Ass all day long and twice on Sunday

How experienced is your Tav?

Averyll is extremely experienced. He’s had a number of different sexual partners and levels of training despite his young age.

Do they have any traumas around sex? 

He does, but sort of like Halsin he chooses to minimize it. For a long time he felt that it was just a “lesson to be learned” and a consequence of his promiscuous behavior. He hasn’t really dealt with it at all and tells himself it's not a big deal. 

Do they have any taboo kinks

Not really. I think his trauma gives him some interest in exploring dub-con in a safe environment, but it isn’t something he’s voiced or explored. 

Would they want a polyamorous relationship?

Yes. Averyll actually prefers it. Its something he was brought up around and is more natural to him than a monogamous relationship. A triad is his comfort place. 

How do they feel about voyeurism? And would they do it?

They think it's extremely hot and would be super into it especially if their partner was. 

How big is your Tav’s sex drive?

PRETTY BIG. He’s young, dumb, and full of cum as they say. 

How many rounds can they last?

Until someone’s body gives out from exhaustion. With the proper encouragement and care the boy could go for days. 

What is their aftercare like?

They would typically be on the receiving end of it. However when he’s the one giving it he gives what he would like to receive, gentle caresses, firm embraces, and lots and lots of praise. 

What lingerie does Tav wear?

I don’t think Averyll had much experience with lingerie until Astarion. He likes to dress him up in delicate laces and silks that compliment his sun warmed complexion and bright green eyes. 

Double penetration?

Yes please. Even triple if the company is right for it!

Least likely person they’d ever consider themselves sleeping with.

At camp? Karlach. She’s like a sister. 

How long since their last sexual encounter?

A few hours?

Ok with period sex?

He’d rather not.

Are they loud or quiet during sex?

Astarion doesn't call him his ‘little songbird’ because he’s a bard. 

Alright with Dub-con/CNC? Role Playing? 

Yeah he’s game if everyone else is comfortable. 

Are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? 

It depends on the day and the situation, but Averyll can almost alway find a reason to laugh or make his partner laugh. 

Does your Tav want other people in a relationship? 

He does. He wants to share and be shared. 

How well groomed are they? Shaved completely? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.

He’s a natural redhead haha. His hair isn’t long or wild on his body though, on account of his elven heritage. 

What is your Tav’s favorite place to have sex?

Literally anywhere. There isn’t a preferred setting. 

What about quickies?

Sometimes that’s all there’s time for on the road!

Would Tav like to participate in orgy?

To quote Mama K, “Fuck yes!”

Would Tav like to use gags?

If that’s what his partner wanted he’d be delighted. He loves his mouth being full, but would prefer fingers to a gag. 

Soft and slow or hard and rough?

Each has their own pleasurable applications. 

What’s their favorite toy?

A buttplug. They love the idea of being full for their partner and on full display yet completely in secret at the same time. 

Does your Tav have sexual fantasies?

So often. I think one he goes to the most often is the fantasy of being publicly displayed/fucked. Being sold/bought at action and paraded around a village while being used and lent out. 

Is there a companion they would sleep with but not want to date and why?

Wyll. He’s gorgeous and is probably a dynamite lover, but he wouldn’t be able to give Averyll what he needs in a relationship. 

Can your Tav not have sex for a long period?

Sure, but I think he’d probably need more alone time and have a lot more vivid and messy dreams at night.

Who was your Tav’s first sexual experience?

As cliche as it is, the stable boy at his mom’s inn. 

Blood kink?

That's a new one! Thanks, Astarion.

Spanking?

Yes please!

Will they want to have sex during pregnancy?

He hopes he’s never pregnant

What was the worst moment your Tav felt lust?

I don’t know about worst, but maybe the least sensical would be when they were tackled to the ground and held at knifepoint. Also since the events at the goblin stronghold, the scent of goblin will always trigger lustful memories which is pretty terrible. 

What is your Tav’s class and how does it affect their sexual life?

Bard. Next question lol

How naughty are they? Does Tav like to tease?

Naughty AND cheeky! Averyll absolutely loves to tease, especially in public places where retaliation isn’t closely within reach. 

What is your Tav's safe word?

“Rubies”

Does your Tav like oral? Giving or receiving

He loves both but giving is his favourite. 

Does your Tav like handjobs? Giving or receiving?

He likes both- he just loves touch in whatever capacity either giving or receiving. 

Does Tav like bondage? Being tied up or tying up your partner?

Averyll adores bondage from a skilled hand. He likes to be the one restrained. 

What does Tav consider “cheating”? 

Lying about any kind of connection, but especially an emotional one. Anything is on the table as long as consideration and communication are maintained. 

What spells does Tav use during sex (i.e. “silence” because they are too loud)

He doesn’t really have any spells that are good during sex. Though Astarion makes use of grease quite often and Halsin uses his vines. 

Is your Tav into breeding?

No thank you

What makes your Tav absolutely horny?

Dom voice used in public, being commanded, kisses to neck/throat, being held by the throat or finger fucked in the mouth. 

What part of their partner’s body does Tav like the most?

Astarion: His mouth, hands, and his hips

Halsin: His chest, arms, and that fat cock 

What parts of Tav’s body does their partner love the most?

Astarion: round biteable butt and throat

Halsin: all of it is a perfect work of nature

Lights on or off?

We all have dark vision so it's kind of irrelevant, but on. He wants to see and be seen. 

How sensitive are your Tav’s nipples?

Pretty sensitive he likes them being pinched and played with

Does Tav like using sex potions \ spells? (which make them more horny or allow to make more rounds)

Again, that grease spell is pretty clutch. Averyll hasn’t been with too many magic users, but he did enjoy playing those games with the ones he wound up with. He tends to go more for rogues or fighters. 

Does Tav initiate sex more often than their partner?

I’d say it is a pretty even split. They can’t get enough of each other. 

Tav NSFW Questions

Here's a fun little NSFW questionnaire to fill out for your Tav!

What is your Tav’s sexuality/orientation preference?

What are their biggest ‘NOs’ they will never consider doing during sex?

Are they a Top/Bottom/Switch?

Favorite Position?

Do they prefer giving or receiving? 

Tits or Ass?

How experienced is your Tav?

Do they have any traumas around sex? 

Do they have any taboo kinks?

Would they want a polyamorous relationship? 

How do they feel about voyeurism? And would they do it?

How big is your Tav’s sex drive?

How many rounds can they last?

What is their aftercare like?

What lingerie does Tav wear?

Double penetration?

Least likely person they’d ever consider themselves sleeping with.

How long since their last sexual encounter?

Ok with period sex?

Are they loud or quiet during sex?

Alright with Dub-con/CNC? Role Playing? 

Are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? 

If your Tav has a vagina, do they like anal?

Does your Tav want other people in a relationship? 

How well groomed are they? Shaved completely? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.

What is your Tav’s favorite place to have sex?

What about quickies?

Would Tav like to participate in orgy?

Would Tav like to use gags?

Soft and slow or hard and rough?

What’s their favorite toy?

Does your Tav have sexual fantasies?

Is there a companion they would sleep with but not want to date and why?

Can your Tav not have sex for a long period?

Who was your Tav’s first sexual experience?

Blood kink?

Spanking?

Will they want to have sex during pregnancy?

What was the worst moment your Tav felt lust?

What is your Tav’s class and how does it affect their sexual life?

How naughty are they? Does Tav like to tease?

What is your Tav's safe word?

Does your Tav like oral? Giving or receiving

Does your Tav like handjobs? Giving or receiving

Does Tav like bondage? Being tied up or tying up your partner?

What does Tav consider “cheating”? 

What spells does Tav use during sex (i.e. “silence” because they are too loud)

Is your Tav into breeding?

What makes your Tav absolutely horny?

What part of their partner’s body does Tav like the most?

What parts of Tav’s body does their partner love the most?

Lights on or off?

How sensitive are your Tav’s nipples?

Does Tav like using sex potions \ spells? (which make them more horny or allow to make more rounds)

Does Tav initiate sex more often than their partner?

Thanks to @spacebarbarianweird @rachelle-on-the-run @bunnidarling @marcynomercy for having fun and putting this together. Tagging @astariongf @tallymonster @satanicspinosaurus @lumienyx @elora-the-slutty-songstress