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[lyzelky]

Tav realizes she likes Astarion's fangs a little too much. For reasons yet undisclosed, Tav isn't too familiar with her tiefling instincts, but she's starting to learn the hard way. I have several headcanons about tiefling culture/biology, (maybe I'll write them up one day) one of which being that tieflings have a hardwired attraction to a nice set of fangs.

(NSFW filth from here onwards)

While tieflings mostly share similar sexual dimorphism characteristics with humans, one of the differences is that males tend to have more pronounced fangs than the females. Every tiefling is different and has their own preferences regarding gender/orientation, but during a tieflings heat/rut cycle, bigger, sharper teeth = better mating bite. Astarion isn't a tiefling, but well, I don't think Tav minds too much. ((Also sidenote: while the terms rut/heat usually refers to an affliction for males/females respectively, the terms are more or less interchangeable and not bound by gender/orientation/sex. Informally the terminology changes depending on whether the afflicted wants to breed or be bred. I'll let you guess which one Tav is, LOL))

[gilded-glitter]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other blogs to keep the chain going! <3

Hello dearest lizard! These are for Vidri, the oc in my durge/astarion longfic.

The paintings: Little Darlings by Omar Rayyan (top left) and Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan by Ilya Repin (top right)

[amoremagnificentbastard]

It's Friday and not Wednesday, and I'm so very late for this, but thank you so much for the tag, Lyzel!

From the WIP I've been yelling about lately:

Tagging @shewhowas39, @ghouliar0berts, @8catsinatrenchcoat, @locallegume, @bardic-inspo, @pinkberrytea, and anyone else who'd like to participate!

WIP Wednesday

Got tagged by @khywren (thank youuuu!)

Astarion is a gremlin. Shocker.

Tagging @lyzelky @shewhowas39 @olivedrop @pickel182 @litlunacy @sasseffects

[again-please]

my sweet cheese and good-time boy @aevallare tagged me to show myself as these things

i tag thee @lyzelky @olivedrop @kittenintheden @starryheavenstos! if u wish.....

[dwarfsized]

wip wednesday!

tagged by the wonderful @lyzelky thank you so much!

snippet below the cut because its. uh. nsfw. kira/astarion menstrual kink oral sex. also idk who to tag im so tired, show me your wips and tag me i wanna see 'em. mwah!

[amoremagnificentbastard]

Thank you so much for tagging me, @lyzelky!

I refuse to shut up about my Selûnite cleric Diana. She's doing her best, okay?

Tagging @shewhowas39, @8catsinatrenchcoat, and anyone else who would like to play!

Yay another OC picrew tag game

picrew linked yoinked from @elinorbard

Asmodea my beloved. This is pretty much a perfect representation of her post-game.

(to clarify for anyone who reads my fic - for all intents and purposes that is NOT a vampire fang. ...or IS IT?)

Tagging @brabblesblog @spacebarbarianweird @mj-bites @grandmother-goblin (you pick which OC(s) lol) @tragedybunny

@snowfolly @bhaalbaaby @tallymonster

I'll stop there, you know what to do.

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snippet sunday

how is it sunday again already? thank you to @lyzelky for the tag <3

this is an excerpt from a durge pwp drabble that probably won't ever see the light of day, set immediately after raiding the grove.

She’s not quite drunk. The thin, dry wine isn’t enough. It rarely is. It dulls, but she wants sharp edges. Tonight, you are mine. Minthara expects Lythra to fuck her, as though it’s a foregone conclusion after today. As though anything Lythra has done had been as a willing servant of the Absolute and not just at her own cursed whim. Minthara’s mindless devotion to this false god is sickening. She despises her. Lythra watches herself. Everyone wants her for themselves: Wyll; Minthara; Gale. Wyll wanted to kill her. Gale can’t decide who he hates more, Lythra or himself. You’re not who I thought you were. I see what you are, what you want. And who was that, exactly? Funny, that they all know her so well, when she barely knows her own name. It’s gleeful, the false self. She is discordant. And lonely. She’s so fucking lonely. Astarion had known this, intuitively, how grateful she'd been as she arched into his touch. He’d ran his hands over her like she was a precious thing. Worthwhile. Meaningless. She’d let him drink from her, trusted him to take just enough. There’s a wrongness that entices her. A dose of poison to cancel it all out. And she knows his bittersweet, that his venom is equal to her own. It’s just a line— to get lost in him. But she wants to drown. Make me forget.

no pressure tags for @verbenaa @mutualcombat @pinkberrytea @atsadi-shenanigans @lobstermatriarch

[dalgursbate]

Snippet Sunday Thursday Friday

tagged by the exquisite @lyzelky over on my main account (@molgars)

I've got a few irons in the fire right now, so I'll post two of them.

This first one is from chapter 2 of Hymnals, Major and Minor, an Aylin/Isobel/Shadowheart post-canon fic about them dating the wrong way 'round:

The next day, Isobel is sitting on the loveseat knitting when Shadowheart approaches, plopping down gracelessly on the couch beside her. “So, when are you taking me out, darling angel mine?” “Technically, Aylin is the angel.” A sly smile plays at the corner of the other woman’s lips, though she doesn’t look up from her work.  Shadowheart hums. “Is that so? I must have been confused on account of how radiant your beauty is.” Isobel snorts and casts a sideways glance at her. “Those sorts of lines work often for you, do they?” “These days? All the time.” Shadowheart grins broadly. “Blessedly, my girlfriends don’t seem to mind my lack of taste.” “Oh, I wouldn’t say you lack taste,” Isobel muses, her gaze returning to the busy movements of her clever hands. “Personally, I think your taste is exquisite.” Despite all the time they’ve spent together, Shadowheart still finds herself flushing at the insinuation. “You didn’t answer the question,” she says. “Well-spotted.” The corner of Isobel’s mouth twitches again, and Shadowheart knows that she’s taking great joy in her coyness.  “How much free time do you have this coming tenday?” “All of my time is free time right now, dearest.” “Excellent,” her partner says, as though she didn’t already know. “Then we shall prepare to leave for our journey tomorrow.” “Journey?” Shadowheart arches an eyebrow. “Are you taking me on a honeymoon for our first date?” “Darling, don’t tell me you underestimated my propensity for grand gestures,” Isobel places a hand atop her heart in mock offense. “It would wound me so very deeply.” Shadowheart rolls her eyes affectionately. “You’re so dramatic.” “You love that about me,” Isobel says confidently, because she’s correct. “But we’re not going on a honeymoon; we’re going on a journey.” “And what does that mean, precisely?” “I suppose you’ll simply have to find out,” she responds, tone ominous.   Shadowheart just laughs fondly and wraps an arm around her, pulling her in by the waist. There is no hesitation in the way that Isobel abandons her knitting to come to her, and Shadowheart marvels at how intoxicating it is that she’s allowed to do this. That she’s allowed to kiss this revelation of a woman, softly and soundly, afforded the privilege of tracing the familiar contours of her mouth at an unhurried pace. She doubts she will ever tire of it.

I will tag @again-please @shewhowas39 @renyerokami @moonlesbianlover and @capriclonus, as well as anyone who wants to do it! and under the cut will be a QUITE EXPLICIT teaser of the next chapter of to forgive is human and failure is divine

The next day ends like this: Shadowheart face-down on a stranger’s bare mattress, her ass in the air as she’s pounded over and over again by a shapely piece of silicon. Her fingers arch like talons, scrambling for purchase on the box spring, while pitiful cries spill from her throat in some kind of obscene hymnal. A firm hand traces the knobbly, underfed length of her spine—reminiscent of how she used to run her fingers over prayer beads, so many lifetimes ago—and a low, gravelly voice coos and murmurs encouragement about how much more she can take, how much further she can be pushed. It ends with her stretched to bursting, begging for mercy, half-crazed and desperate for a release she keeps being denied. But it begins with Shadowheart waking up to her phone alarm at 10 a.m., groggy and disoriented by the dizzy-bright sunlight streaming in through her apartment’s only window. Before she can return to The Grove, before she can make herself a fool once more for a shitty gith with an attitude problem, she has to get herself through another day where she struggles to accomplish anything worthwhile. She sighs, rubbing the heels of her palms so hard into her eyes that little starbursts of red dance behind her lids. The only way out is through, she reminds herself wearily. And Gods, do I want to get out.

[mutualcombat]

Tagged by @aevallare, @atsadi-shenanigans and @lyzelky ! Sorry I'm so late. Template:

Here's mine:

There's really no respectable way to allude to the fact that all I drink is mountain dew so I just said fuck it lmao. Anyway I tag everyone. Go apeshit

[lyzelky]

The Embrace Still renders of a 3d sculpt I've been working on featuring Astarion and my Tav. Programs used: Zbrush (Modelling, posing) Blender (Rendering) and Photoshop (Cropping).

I have uncensored versions but Tumblr said no nipples or buttcheek sadly. I don't have Twitter or Bluesky but ill let you know if I ever make one to post the uncensored pics there!

[gilded-glitter]

Your turn! :^) You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it? Adding if you don’t have a specific calling card or give away, are there other writers who you would recognize by this kind of thing right away?

oooh this is such a fun question! Thank you for asking :))

I think if anything, my style might give me away? Unless I'm intentionally writing otherwise, I have a choppy sort of rhythm and a pretty colloquial voice.

As for other writers, I'm not sure! I think most people can be chameleons, especially if they want to remain anonymous.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Thank you for the tag, @nyx-knox!

Here’s a bit from the sequel fic I’m working on:

No one else is coming. Nothing else is going to happen. There’s no reason for the tension clawing along his shoulders and creaking down his spine.

He casts another cantrip, though between hours of the same, and her own, mortal body heat, the inside of his tent is warmer than it’s ever been. And he rather doesn’t want that to end.

Yet it does, because their leader is mortal and needs to do things like walk around and eat and drink and relieve herself.

She mumbles something in her own tongue. It’s nowhere near as elegant as his own Elvish, nor as stilted as to-the-point Common. It has its own smooth roll, though, and it’s nearly pleasant to listen to.

This man has no idea. No idea. But he’s gonna get there. Eventually.

Tagging @sasseffects @britonell @lyzelky @dajeong @simpyra

[kittenintheden]

OC Insight / What kind of love are you?

tagged by my beloved @lyzelky

rules: take this uquiz and select answers as your OC!

OC: Orianna (Ori)

Love as Youth

Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.

I will tag: @nyx-knox @vixstarria @cinnamontails-ff @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate

[again-please]

The Game: what does pinterest think of u?

search:

fashion

pantone

mood

food

@aevallare tagged me yeeeeee

i tag thee @fangswbenefits @lyzelky @8catsinatrenchcoat

[dwarfsized]

Snippet Sunday Thursday Friday

tagged by the lovely @lyzelky !

from chapter 6 of true colors:

“Us and who knows how many other unlucky souls up and down the Sword Coast, now ashy smears on your beach,” Gale mutters, apparently at the limits of his silence. “A great tragedy,” Nettie nods, “but better than hundreds of mind flayers running into our Grove.” “I’m still not convinced she won’t scratch us the second our backs are turned,” Astarion says, but it sounds more like whining. “I didn’t want to. I don’t want to.” Nettie seems genuine, but the branch still sits on the table. “But I would have, if you proved incapable of reason. What choice would I have had? One mind flayer on the coast is a disaster, and there’s six of you.” Kira scrubs a hand over her face. “Eldath’s mercy, I can’t stand Silvanites.”   

i tag (and I'm sure some of you have been tagged already, sorry!) @aevallare @again-please @rainbowslinkyy and @septemberskye

[aevallare]

OC SMASH OR PASS???

tagged by @cursedhaglette mwahmwahmwahhhh and i'll tag (sorry if u've been tagged already) @dwarfsized @again-please @ladyofthecreed @mutualcombat @theemptyislost @starrycereal and @lyzelky <3

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

AURI :)

art by @dwarfsized, @ladyofthecreed (ft. her rhena!!), and @mutualcombat respectively :3

Facts:

Height: 5’0"/152 cm

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Pros:

ride or die

always down for a party or a drink

quick with a joke; quicker with a song

adaptable like you wouldn't believe - queen of rolling with the punches

biggest heart

a switch to her core. she'll be whatever you want in the sack.

Cons:

anxiety like the world's least emotionally stable chihuahua

unclear if you're ever getting her as a person or her as a performance

no sense of self-preservation

rarely in one place for long

negative self-esteem

smash or pass?