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gaysindistress · 4 months ago

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A Fool’s Devotion

disclaimer: shoutout to @malsorie for letting me use her stunning art. The center picture as well as the bottom one are her master pieces. All others were found on Pinterest or Google.

pairings: Minthara x f!reader (could be read as gn since I didn’t use pronouns for reader)

Summary: Only a fool would remain faithful to a coward god.

Warnings: bg3 cannon violence

Word count: 2.7k

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Drifting through the stale winds of the Underdark on mushroom spores, I have finally found her.

Sitting in a cold and silent room with her chin resting on her closed fist as she watches the city from the window, I have finally found her.

Singing the songs of both her victims and allies, a reckoning begins in the hallows of slit throats and caverns of forgotten hope but I finally found her.

A paladin who’s lost their oath, willfully broken under the pretenses of another’s twisted lies, she sits with the blood of her mother caked into the creases of her hands. A daughter, once sworn to her house and to her goddess, she no longer is but in her place is a creature of darkness.

A wickedly evil thing lives in the mess that Orin made of her mind.

Darkness from the depths of Mykrul’s personal hell has crept into her heart and warped whatever demented love that Drow society left behind.

A soldier for her people, her house, and her goddess has been lost to the wild of Faerun and now only remains a soldier for herself in the haunting study of House Baenre.

Floating through the open window, I watch her stare at a distant fixated point in the city. Alone she has let her guard fall and with it, the look of desired anguish is pulled taunt on her face. The thought of not remembering her time with the Absolute must eat away at her every moment she is awake and those from her childhood must find her at night given the way her brows are pinched together. Within the red of her eyes, dry tears gather but don’t fall down on her lavender cheeks. Her lips are pulled into a tight line and her jaw is set in a similar fashion.

The veil that hides me from her view falls as my boots make contact with the floor. Like the smoke that dances above a dying campfire, I flicker into existence and come to stand beside the window facing her. Her melancholy comes off of her in waves that lap at my feet but from my spot, I’m a safe distance from her sea of emotions.

“You’re here,” her voice cracks for a moment as she speaks to me but continues to stare past me, “I was beginning to wonder when you would make your appearance.”

“There are rules, Minthara.” She interrupts me by waving me off with the hand her chin had been resting on.

“Rules that even you have to follow,” I continue, “and I tried to warn you about what would happen if you broke them. I told you what the consequences would be if you continued down this path of murder and chased a power you would never hold. I sent you all kinds of signs, omens of what your future would hold should you continue to ignore me.”

I feel those exhausted red eyes cut to me, slicing through the leather of my armor and hoping to find a weak spot beneath. When no vein is ripe for her blade, she chooses a different route to maim me.

“A power I would never hold? You are a fool if you think that I haven’t been successful in my efforts to gain whatever it is that I seek.”

A sigh of defeat escapes my lips. I’d hoped that time would ease her determined mind but from what little she’s said, I can tell that it has only made it more rigid.

“Do the consequences of your actions not matter to you? Have you no sense of self preservation?”

Her hand falls to grip the edge of her chair. White strands of hair are disturbed from her movement but flutter back around her shoulders in moments as angry water laps at my feet. I fear that if I look down I would find a stormy wave ready to overtake me so that I may feel her anguish fully.

“Without it, I would have been dead by my mother’s own hand long ago. Self preservation is what has led me to where I am now. It’s been the only thing that has motivated me when all should be lost, when even YOU deserted me.”

The hole where my heart must have once sat clenches at her words; she believes that I deserted her. When all others have left her and deemed her too maniacal for their liking, she doesn’t care because there has always been one person who remained. When everything was stripped from her and she became a plaything for the Absolute and Orin, it didn’t matter what she suffered because her heart still knew there was one person who cared for her. As Tav decided to save her from that prison and make her a part of their camp, she didn’t seek out the companion of the others because she yearned for one person alone. While standing over Orin’s eviscerated corpse, she felt relief at the reality that this monster was gone but grief that she couldn’t share this feeling with one person in particular. When the Nether brain fell and she returned to her city, she searched for this person in every alleyway and noble house alike. Laying awake at night as she tried to ease the tension that unknown horrors had inflicted on her, she prayed to me and asked me to come back to her.

Can you hear my prayers? She cried one night. Can you hear me? Or are you ignoring me, ust-nor?

My answer feels thick on my tongue but there’s nothing else I can tell her, “I didn’t intend to desert you. I had no choice. I’d been called upon and you know that I cannot leave sooner than necessary.”

She lets out a sinister, mocking chuckle as she adjusts in her chair. She’s taken on a more relaxed pose, slouching with her hands folded on her lap although it’s merely a mask. “You reprimand me for making the wrong choices when you have done the same.”

My whole body bristles at her tone, “Minthara.”

She glowers at me with a menacing stare for a moment before sweeping over my appearance. “I suppose that you’re not here for old time’s sake if you’re wearing your armor. You’ve been called here, haven’t you?”

The armor in question is a complex web of leather and spider silk woven by Lolth herself. The chest plate boasts of Her favoritism from small pieces of Her candles that decorate the neckline and to the intricate spider designs carved into the blessed leather. Trousers and boots crafted in the same fashion fit closely to my legs, both blessed by the Spider Queen to grant me advantages in my line of work. However my gloves are the true testament of Lolth’s favor; a rather unassuming set of black leather gloves that grant me the ability to paralyze any creature that I desire. A soft touch to one’s arm in passing is all it would take for the paralytic to take effect in seconds and remain in effect until I release them. They’ve been the envy of many people but Minthara, in particular, has attempted to persuade me into giving them to her numerous times.

I glance down the gloves and flex my fingers to see the lights around us disappear into their black shade.

I allow my voice to fall into a deeper and authoritative one as I ask, “What is the name that people whisper when they speak of me?”

Her eyes narrow at the change before she answers, “Dobluth.”

The outcast.

I nod my head as I move away from the window at last. My boots make small, almost eerily silent sounds as I approach her and fully look at her. Ragged is not a kind word nor is it one she would ever allow someone to call her but it’s too simple of a word to describe the state that she is in. Now that I’m closer, I can see the true extent of her exhaustion and how it has wreaked havoc on her. No longer is she the vibrant and ever imposing Drow successor but in her place is the rotting corpse of a woman who’s witnessed and inflicted far too much evil. Fatigue has dulled her senses to the point that she barely reacts when I remove my cloak and place it on the small table beside her. Crouching before her, I study her face closely when I ghost my hands up her legs and brush them against her fold ones. I take note of the way her eyes almost flutter closed and she lets out a long sigh when I take them into mine.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

The simple command seems damn near impossible for me as she takes seconds too long to do so. She looks everywhere but my eyes at first and when I squeeze her hands, she finally meets my gaze.

“I’m the first Dobluth, Minthara. I was neither born nor created; I simply have existed since the dawn of time and will continue to exist when all else has perished. I will live in the hearts and minds of all living creatures and will putrefy with them as they take their last breaths. I will feed on the consequences of wrong doings and ease the pain of those who cry out for deaf gods as I do so. I am the devourer of all sin; I absolve souls of their weight and as a consequence, was named the first outcast, the First Dobluth. I am known by everyone yet no one knows who I am.” I keep eye contact with her as I press my lips to the top of her hands and murmur my sacred devotion to her, “No one knows me for who I am but you, Minthara. You may very well be the only person to have said my name in centuries, to know my face, to hear my voice, to have my interest. You’re the solo person who has known who and what I am but yet still chosen to be mine. My heart may no longer beat but it has found sanctuary within yours. My blood may be solidified within my veins but it flows within yours. My body may feel frigid but against yours, it feels alive once more. I may be fundamentally incapable of being anything other than a devourer but I’m sated with you and finally found fulfillment knowing that I am enough for you.”

I cup her face while keeping her hands firmly clasped in the other. Perhaps against her mind’s will, her heart allows her to lean into my hand and savor the feeling of a gentle touch. A lone tear smears against her skin as my thumb catches it and sweeps it across her cheekbone.

“I heard your prayers and I did everything I could to come back to you because without you, my existence would be a blur of fear and loneliness. There’s no reason other than to cause ourselves pain to dwell on what we wish we could change about the past but I need you to know that I never would’ve left had I known what that Bhaalspawn would do. I would’ve fought harder to stay had I known what horrors you would face by her hand. I would’ve slaughtered every cultist and their Chosen myself had I known what I do now.” Her angry waves crashed into me the moment we touched and began to form a hurricane of her emotions and mine within me as I spoke. As more determined tears fall, the hurricane crumbles into a beast of a different nature. Sorrow replaces that anger and tells her that I am here now and that is all that matters.

“You failed to answer my question; were you called here?” she murmurs.

It catches me off guard when it shouldn’t.

“I was called by you, ust-nor.”

Disgust twists her face at the pet name, causing her nose to wrinkle and brows to furrow. She pulls her face from my grasp, meanwhile against the leather of gloves, I feel the minuscule twitch of her fingers as she keeps herself from shoving me away entirely. Although I vowed to never bring her harm, she knows all too well what lethal consequences could come from irrational actions right now. A single misunderstood movement from her could result in endless paralysis with no way out.

A moment passes as Minthara presumably considers her next move. She leans down, close enough that her breath washes over my face.

“I will tell you what I told the first Oathbreaker bastard who offered me a chance at redemption; I will never be governed by another again. I will not vow my life to a thankless coward. I will not force myself to live by an oath that does not serve me nor prioritize my wellbeing. I’ve spent too long serving those who don’t care if it is me or some other mindless soldier who returns victorious. I’ve given everything I have and been forced to give even more for a cause that is not my own. I refuse to praise a god for simply allowing me to worship them.”

I wish disappointment had been the emotion that greeted me as she spoke. I wish I could say that I didn’t expect her to react this way or to say the words that she did. I wish I didn’t know her as well as I do so that this unfortunate reunion wouldn’t bring me as much misery as it does.

Sighing, I pull my hands back and rock back onto my knees. With my hands resting on my knees, I stare at her. It’s an act of submission, my stance but for her, I would strip my armor and present my weapons with a bare heart if she asked.

“If you do not wish to retake your oath, our Goddess has been generous enough to offer…”

“Fuck your goddess.”

The silence is astounding.

She gets to her feet and is at the window in one fluid motion it seems. Candle lights dance down the expanse of her back, across the pale strands of her hair and over her void like black dress. In her chair remained the forgotten over layer of her dress; a structured piece that was crafted to strike fear into the hearts of her enemies and allies alike. Pointed shoulders and gold edges give her a towering illusion that matches her confidence. The dress she still wears reminds me of what she lovingly called her at-ease clothes. It almost feels like a call back to a time simpler and much happier than now.

Almost.

“The so-called Spider Queen has no place in House Baenre.” Her voice is steady now, devoid of any previous emotion as she takes a pin from the window’s ledge and twists her hair back into place, “Soon she will find that she has no place in Menzoberranzan at all. Her effigies will be destroyed, her books burned, and her memory scrubbed from history. I had hoped that you would see reason one day and join me as I fight to reclaim the city but there is no place for a bleeding heart in war.”

Once more she has become Minthara, Matron of House Baenre.

Somewhere lost beneath the countless sins of others I have absolved lies a naive soul that yearns to take my place by her side as she becomes the Slayer of Lolth but it is that very same goddess that binds me to the floor now. Her envy and anger crackles with a ferocity I’ve seen only a few times through my body and into the marrow of my bones. Her power seethes and tightens around me when I try to push back, to stand, to move at all. It was one thing to allow me to come and speak to Minthara but Lolth is not the generous type.

“You are dismissed, Y/N.”

I catch a brief look of longing before Lolth retakes me, wrapping me in her spidery webs and dragging me back to her clutches.

“Goodbye alurlssrin.”

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aurora-darling · 6 months ago

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Just a dream

Zevlor x F!Reader/Tav

i had nothing better to do than to gush about Zevlor and how hard it would be for him to confess his love to anyone

this is also after you kick ass at the goblin camp and keep minthara from being a bully

Slight nsfw warning: Suggestive themes, angst, heartache, trauma.

“I told you not to go!” Zevlor screams at you, spitting and baring his fangs. “ You promised me!” He exclaims again, slamming his fist into the stone desk. You walk forward. “ Zev-” He slams it again and points at you at you. “Don’t.” He says and you can see his bloody knuckles. He sighs and leans over the desk, defeated. His hair hung loosely over his face, his usual neatly tied pony was a mess. “But Halsin is back and the Goblins are gone.” You say, stepping forward. You did it, they were safe. He was safe.

You put yourself at risk. You hear him think, his heart is broken.

“I did it to save everyone. Halsin helped with the camp. Yes, there were close calls but Gale and Astar-” You stop yourself before saying Astarions name. It was too late. Zevlor heard you say it. He looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. “That monster was around you this whole time?!” He yells, and you wince. You are afraid to move, his jaw is clenched and he looks at you from under his brows. “Were you going to tell me?” He asks.

Answer me. Do. Not. Lie! He screams in his head.

You look at the ground and bite your lips. He walks around the other side of the desk to stand in front of you. Zevlor sighs and picks your chin up to look at him. His tail wraps around your back to pull you close.

Look at me, baby.

There was that scent again. Musk and leather. Oh, how you swooned over his scent. His touch was always warm. Some nights were humid and heat was the last thing you wanted touching you, yet you crave his. However tonight, there was a chill in his chambers. You needed his body heat. He loved holding you. You are always refreshing to hold. Just like the way he feels when he eats sunberry.

How do you do that? Is it magic? How do you make me tingle all over? Are you healing me? You hear his heart and he’s forgotten to be angry and is now cradling you, swinging you softly. You nuzzle into him slowly, rubbing your face into his shirt, smelling the sweat at his collarbone. He laughs, pressing his lips on the top of your head. You whisper you missed him in your native tongue. A silent blessing for him.

If you got hurt, if I lost you…He sighs, breathing your scent. He rocks you slowly.

You licked your lower lip, leaving your saliva coating it. “Beahat.” You say, looking up at him. He can’t help but stare. Your rosy pink lips look so sweet. The way your teeth bite your lip slowly. The way your soft tongue runs across it. Gods, did you have to smile at him like that? Before he can stop himself he instantly sees Astarion over you in his mind. Sucking your lifeblood. You. His hands, mouth, teeth. His fucking hands. He wanted to flay him alive.

Zevlor pulls away to place his hand on his hip, the other rubbing his neck. He stands there silently, his tail flicking the ground hard before wrapping around his leg. “Your turn.” He stops and turns to look at you for your explanation. His loving expression is gone, he’s angry.

“ I needed you to stay here.” You say, your bottom lip quivering. You needed everyone you could get that would help. You would have sold your immortal soul if it meant saving your man. “ Minthara-” You start to say, looking at him. “ We needed to split up the camp and send Minthara on a death sentence. Here.” You say. His head hangs low and he doesn’t respond to you. His thoughts and feelings are lost to you. “I knew you could fight her off until we arrived. You’re so strong and I can always rely on you. I don’t have to worry about you doing the right thing-” You lower your gaze to the stone floor “I’m sorry, Zevlor. I just needed Astarion’s hel-” Zevlor’s lips cut you off and pressed harshly onto yours.

Don’t say his name in my presence ever again. He thinks, groaning into your mouth.

Zevlors eyes roll back as he tastes your pretty mouth. He shifts his head from side to side, keeping your kiss as much as he can. He breathes you in, your knees weaken and he pulls you up to him. You push him away to breathe and he lunges to kiss and devour your neck. He can see the white scars from where Astarion feasted on your nape. He stops and stays frozen, breathing deeply. “Zev?” You ask, frozen and unsure if you should move. Before you can say anything else he swoops you up in his arms. He holds you tightly, slowly carrying you to his bedroll, stopping a few steps to kiss you. He says nothing and lays you down on his bed.

You try to read his thoughts but hear nothing. You feel drunk feeling the furs under you, how much they smelt like him. You squirm when he kisses your ear, his tongue taking in your lobe. His fangs raked over it. You squirm again, and this time, his tail wraps around your waist to keep you still. He leans over you, watching you in excitement. He’s never had a lover act like this. No one had ever responded this way. You can see his chest rise and fall, his large tunic exposing his infernal chest. You smile at how sweet he is. He may be a paladin, a tough commander, and a Hellrider. But to you, he’s Zevlor, the man you love. He looks over you, taking you in under the candlelight. He can’t believe you’re in his bed under him. Your gold curls were loose around you like a halo. He looked at your blue eyes, and he couldn't help but smile. They were so blue even in this low light. He then looks to your pink lips and, at last, his favorite; the brown freckles on your shoulders. “ Zevlor.” You say your hands above your head. He can see your nipples harden through your dress. He clears his throat and adverts his gaze, looking at the floor.

Gods… you’ll ruin me, young lady.

He lowers his head, you can see his horns. There were more scars than you realized, some parts were broken or chipped. You thought they were beautiful. He is beautiful. You reach your hand up and touch them. You hear Zevlors tail whip in excitement. He groans and you can’t take your hand off his horn. Your fingers hold on tighter and tighter, stroking slowly.

“ I have to tell you.” He says, his breath heavy. “ Before this goes any further.” He breathes deeply and looks around for his gold pouch. “ I don’t- I don’t have any-anything to give you.” He admits, gulping hard. “ I can promise you nothing. I am old and-” He laughs, fumbling over his words. “ What I am trying to say is- “ He looks up at you, his golden-flammed eyes covered in tears. “ I can’t bring myself to tell you to be with another but I know I am not enough.“ He says as tears fall down his cheeks. You squeeze his hand and lean forward to kiss him. He shakes his head but doesn’t push you away. “ No, Aria. Listen, please.” He says kissing you back softly. “ Anyone but him. Why him?” He pleads with you as you taste him. “There’s no one but you.” You say, taking a bite out of his lip but he doesn’t listen. He stops kissing you and you lay back looking into his eyes. Zevlor cannot be convinced otherwise. Of course there are others, there has to be. What idiot would not want to be with you? He saw the effect you had on others. The way people almost broke their neck looking at you. The way they laughed when you ran past them and to him. He could practically hear what they were thinking.

She’s interested in him?

No, seriously?

Right? I know, He’s a joke of a paladin.

He’s a commander of a pathetic party.

She’s a hero, our savoiur, a Goddess. She’s too pretty for him.

Gross, he has scars all over. His ears are too long. His chin too.

What is with his hair?

He gets tired so easy, look at him fight. See, he just lost to Zorru. How pathetic. Who looses like that?

I bet he can’t get it up for her. I could have her begging for more if I fuck her.

How he wanted to have the confidence to stand next to you, his arm around you. Your Hellrider. Your courageous commander. Courage. It was why he was proud to be a Hellion. His cavalry represented the courage to ride into Hell itself to protect the innocent and defend the weak. He took his oath seriously. It was who he was, his life, his purpose.

You brush his hair off his face and push it behind his red pointed ears. He shivers and looks down at your body. He isn’t looking at you with lust but heartache. You tilt your head to the side and bring both of your hands to the sides of his face. You lean up to kiss him, to bring his attention out of his head and back to you.

You’ll be the death of me. His heart pleads. You hold his face in your hands, his horns casting shadows over your hair. The perfect scene of an Angel and her Devil, he thought.

“ Hey there.” You say, your eyes catching his. “Did you know?” You whisper, your thumb caressing his cheek. “That your eyes are my favorite color?” He whimpers, biting his bottom lip. He has no words. He can’t remember when, if ever, someone spoke to him like this. “Where do you go when I can’t reach you?” You ask, still rubbing your thumbs across his face. Zevlor sighs, closing his eyes and moving his lips to kiss the inside of your palm. “I-” He grips the fur under you. He is scared to admit the truth. He couldn’t face you looking at him with pity, with disgust. The way others look at him, as if being born a tiefling is below being a full-blooded Devil. Half man, half Devil. A reminder to all races that no matter how good you tried to be, there was no changing your blood. If he was still a Hellrider commander in Elturel he would at least have that.

He could see it in his dreams. He would ride proud in his white and scarlet armor, from being away for weeks. Citizens in Elturel are happy for their soldiers to return. There is a parade and music. He crosses the moat and heads toward you. His soldiers are envious of a man decades older, able to pull a Fairy like you. There you are, you had climbed on top of a statue for a better look. He smiles at his little thrill-seeker. He dismounts his horse and notices you are in your periwinkle gown, your gold hair worn in a loose braid. You wore a lilac and baby's breath crown on your head. He would stop and stand still. This is his favorite part. He watches as you climb down in a rush, your face is flushed. You say his name and run towards him. The way the gown hugs your cleavage has him gripping the hilt of his sword. How it fell off your shoulders, exposing them to the sun. His favorite part of you will always be your shoulders. Gods, he loves them. The light brown freckles that glittered in the sunlight. He knew, that you knew, he adores your shoulders. He loved that you cared what he liked. He had been gone from you for far too long. You push your way through the crowd, your small height among tieflings is adorable. You’re so polite. His heart fills when he sees you gasp and apologize for bumping anyone. You can move a little faster now and he mouths the words 'slow down.' He smiles, knowing you won't.

Don’t run, baby girl.

He told you he would return. How were you able to make your gown look so iridescent? You grab fistfuls of your gown, kick your heels off, and run to him. Gods know he loves seeing you barefoot. He smiles and chuckles at you.

My world.

“Beahat.” You say, reaching him, slightly out of breath. He smiles down at you and picks you up, swirling you around. He loved hearing you speak in your native tongue. “ Zevlor, Beahat, I’m getting dizzy!” You say but giggle, holding onto him tight. He stops and leans his forehead on yours. “ I love you, Zevlor.”

Your hero had returned.

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linka-from-captain-planet · 9 months ago

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Rating BG3 Ladies Oral Game

By popular (1 anon) demand. With a bonus segment, Does She Eat Ass?

Ratings based on vibes and also facts opinions (controversial: not everyone can be a sex god).

all the main and supporting women + my background babes: Florrick, Talli, Alfira, Lakrissa, Araj, Nocturne, Skoona, Adrielle, Z'rell, Nine-Fingers, and special guest star Philomeen

*Sex is like pizza, so average results are in fact still pretty good. Only 2, 1, and 0/10 are truly trash head. So a 5 or 6 is still a compliment!*

Lae'zel: 10/10. Her appetite is voracious. Her will is steel, and her tongue is silver. As a lifelong try-hard, Lae'zel can't settle for anything less than stellar, and eating out is no exception. She can be a bit too clinical with it at the start, but once her heart is freed from its stone prison, her sensuality comes pouring out her lips and tongue.

Shadowheart: 9/10. This is her wheelhouse. This is what she's been up to for the last 30 years. She loses a point because her brand of teasing and/or being coy occasionally doesn't translate; there's a difference between a slow burn and letting a lover go cold, and she can slip up sometimes and forget she's pleasuring, not torturing. But overall? Who knew such a delicate touch could make you come apart like that.

Karlach: 11/10. She's a natural, and she's ravenous. For touch. For affection. To please, to be good. She tunes all the way in. No notes. She's all up in and/or on that thang, front, back, side to side, not a drop left when she's done with it. The most finesse? No, but a hammer doesn't need frills and lace to knock in a nail.

Minthara: 12/10. Even better than her stroke game. It feeds her ego like no other, and what feeds Minthara's ego is also good for her lover. Dominant even when giving head, and she puts that nose and chin to werk. You're done when she's done, not the other way around. Eats 110% of it, leaves no crumbs.

Jaheira: 6/10. Frankly, Jaheira is just not that horny and so, while her skills are well-honed, she just doesn't have that killer instinct to catapult her into higher tiers. She's too busy to spend two hours between someone's legs, so she aims to get it done nice and quick, but thorough. She's no quitter, after all, and her dedication to the goal is unshakeable.

Isobel: 8/10. A little too much of a tease for anyone who's not an edging enthusiast, but she puts her money where her mouth is. She's incredibly in-tuned with a partner, so once she's zoned in, she's got it locked down. Her focus is unbreakable. Doesn't have the most stamina, but she more than knows how to make up for it. You don't need hours and hours for Isobel to take you apart.

Aylin: 7/10 or 100/10 IF her face is being sat on. My controversial take for this post. But I think that while Aylin's tongue is GOATed and she loves pleasing her partner, it's just an act that isn't enough for her. She wants to touch, feel, suck, lick, caress, tease it all, not just a fraction of her beloved. Her hands and tongue wander. She flits around, sampling it all. Keeping her in that one place, on-task, can require some input from her partner, so they can't quite relax all the way and melt under her. This is where the face-sitting specification comes in. Surrounded so, held down (even by someone MUCH smaller), being taken as much as she gives--------- that's where she really shines.

Mizora: -100/10. Again... get real.

Orin: 5/10. She is a rolling stone. She is a whimsical sort. Eating out requires focus that she certainly has, but can she employ it on a dependable enough basis? She can also get too artful with it. Sometimes A->B is the right path and you don't need to murder someone and stash their corpse in an abandoned one-room house inbetween licks, ya know?

Florrick: 9/10. Look at that profile. That nose. That chin. Those lips. Observe her delusional confidence, her endless fidelity, her relentless pursuit of her goals. Did you feel that tremble? It was your [preferred genital word]. She comes home from a long day of bossing people around and serving the greater good, ready to pamper someone, to serve herself, and she's hungry. Her only downside is that she can be a bit efficient with it; it takes her time to warm up emotionally, and not treat you like just another item on her to-do list.

Talli: 8/10. Happy to be of service, always. A very thorough, straightforward, good-game-giving mouth. Lacks creativity, but completely consistent, reliable, and (if desired) romantic.

Alfira: 8/10. A little clumsy, a little distractible, but you can't beat the dedication. Amazing breath-holding capacity. Unlike some other be-fanged women, she loves her teeth and knows how to deploy them. She keeps ya guessing, which does have a few negatives, but overall? More than makes up for her complete lack of stroke game.

Lakrissa: 6/10. She talks a big bigger game than she actually has, surprisingly. She's a little too restless, a little too fidgety. She likes to use more of her body than she can while going down, so it's kind or boring for her tbh. She likes the taste and the emotional/mental experience for herself, more than she likes actually doing it. But for her love? Anything. She'll sit down there for hours if need be.

Araj: 2/10. The future Matron Mother of the Restored House Oblodra does not get on her knees. You try to tell her that there are many other options, but she doesn't listen. Only goes down when she's trying to steal your secretions for her alchemy. It's not worth it.

Nocturne: 7/10. Like Shadowheart, she had to be entertaining herself somehow for all the decades in the cloister so her skills are above average. But she's a little more submissive, and tends to pigeonhole herself; she can't quite pull off a toppy tongue sesh. If she's not on her knees, she doesn't quite know how to do it. Certified biter, interested in the intersection between pleasure and pain.

Skoona: 7/10. A little self-conscious of her tusks, but she's always found the act romantic and fulfilling. Likes to hold hands during.

Adrielle: 3/10. She's a little self-conscious, a little too intimidated. A little too desperate to be good. In one's own head is the worst place to be when trying to go down on someone, and that's where she is. Will get you there, but hardly a world-shaking experience.

Z'rell: 1 Billion/10. Look, it's still not for YOU, but in case you were wondering: at least 17 someones out there are getting it ATE. Front, back, side to side, axes that don't even exist in our plane. You're missing out. Pathetic.

Nine-Fingers: 7/10. Makes your legs shake, but can be a little too intense. She can come on too strong. She can make it feel like a competition, or like there's something else on her mind that's not you. Keeping her engaged is a You problem, but if you can? Very good.

Philomeen: ?/10. She does not go down, ever; she's made that mistake before long ago (making the hoes think she cares about them) and she's nawt gonna make it again!!

In addition: Does she eat ass?

Eats ass completely unprompted: Lae'zel, Minthara, Orin, Z'rell Offers to eat ass: Shadowheart, Karlach, Aylin, Florrick, Nocturne Eats ass if asked: Jaheira, Isobel, Lakrissa, Nine-Fingers Considers it, but decides eating ass isn't for her: Alfira, Talli, Skoona Definitely doesn't eat ass: Mizora, Araj, Adrielle, Philomeen

#nsft #overall these skew high bc these women mostly all have that “neurotic repressed freak” vibe that lends itself to throatGOAT status #also more alcohol was involved in this one and that's prob apparent

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 1 year ago

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Can i ask for the Bg3 main companions (and maybe halsin and minthara as well??) comforting a really depressed reader? like they're not eating or sleeping well? could use some comfort. thank u 💕💕

BG3 Characters Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

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A/N: Here ya go! Have some extremely self-indulgent writing here. I’ve been having a really hard time health-wise lately and it’s been making my depression worse, so I feel ya. Depression sucks y’all.

TW: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Mentions of Self-Harm

Astarion:

Listen up honey, baby boy could've written the book on depression, okay?

He’s extremely understanding, especially if your depression manifests as anger or irritability. The gods know how angry he can get thinking about how he was abused and subjected to Cazador’s torture for so long.

Astarion knows depression is more than a feeling of sadness- it’s a raging storm of emotions and behaviors that comes from a brain working in overdrive to survive.

He’ll do little things for you, like leaving you a bouquet of freshly picked flowers or a vial of a new perfume for you to try; just a lot of simple things to remind you how he cares about you, even if you don’t always feel like caring for yourself.

He will help you bathe and/or dress on days those tasks feel overwhelming. He especially loves it when you agree to dress in something a little more fancy. He enjoys getting to shower you with extra compliments as well as seeing the cute half-smiles you give when one of said compliments finally reaches you.

If you’re self-harming, he will take it upon himself to steal any and all pointy things from your tent. Nope, you don’t need them, so hand them over, please. He gets why you feel an urge to do such things, but he asks you to please not to. He suggests letting him feed on you if you absolutely must scratch that itch, so to speak. That way, he can sort of supervise it, and ensure you’re properly cared for after. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that it’s a benefit for him. He thanks you profusely, hoping that one day you’ll stop seeing the act as a punishment and instead see it as an intimate gift, because to him, that’s what you are: a gift.

You are the most important person in his life. Your blood, your joy, your life, your everything is worth more than anyone in the world has to offer. Astarion doesn’t want you to think for a second that it’s something you should throw away, or feel the world would be better off without.

He knows it’s hard. Gods, does he know. And if you had asked him months ago if life were worth living, he might have said ‘no’. But now, he’s met you. And since he’s met you, he’s started seeing the wonder in things again. The beauty.

You are Astarion’s sunshine, his reason to keep going. Please, he asks, let him be your reason. Let him carry your weight when you are unable. Darling, he would steal the moon for you if you let him… don't you ever doubt that.

✧

Gale:

Gale has also experienced depression. After being discarded by Mystra, and then cursed with the orb, he thought life wasn’t worth living anymore. He locked himself away in his tower in Water Deep, refusing to speak to anyone but his tressym, Tara.

He’s understanding when you confess how you feel but ultimately hurt as if your pain were also his own. He cares for you so much. And he thinks it’s such a shame someone so wonderful and bright feels as awful as you do. It’s unfair. And he wishes so much to change it, even though he knows he alone cannot.

He will do his best to look after you though. He’ll encourage you to reach into The Weave with him, to feel the force of magic flow through your veins. It invigorates him and grounds him at the same time. He hopes it does similarly for you.

Gale knows depression makes it feel like caring for yourself is a losing battle, one you simply cannot win, so why bother trying? Which is why he takes it upon himself to do the more basic ‘battles’ for you. He’ll cook and clean, and make sure you’re getting plenty of fluids and rest. It’s not up for debate. He’ll even sic Tara on you if he has to. You will do what’s necessary to heal. He can’t stand seeing you in pain. He just wants you to feel better, and as soon as possible.

If you’re self-harming, he’s saddened and confused. He doesn’t quite understand that it’s not reflective of a deficit on his part. He wonders why his love isn’t enough for you to understand how precious you are. You’ll have to explain to him, how even though you know he loves you, your brain doesn’t let the feeling of being loved in. You explain how you hurt so much on the inside… sometimes it’s just easier to hurt on the outside too.

Once he understands though, he does his best to not take your feelings or self-harming personally. He wants you to be stable on your terms, not only stable with him at your side. Gale knows firsthand that overreliance on a partner often leads to heartbreak further down the road. He’ll just have to become confident enough in your relationship to give you the space you need.

He’ll use healing magic to cover and fix any self-harm cuts or scars. As well as spells to help you sleep at night if you suffer from insomnia. Just say the word, and he’ll find the spell that eases your particular discomforts. Or ask for a simple night of cuddles under the stars. He’s more than happy to provide that too.

Gale loves you, quite possibly more than words could ever hope to convey. Your happiness, in some ways, is an additional extension of his own. He will do everything in his power to make you smile. Just seeing you happy is more than enough for him.

✧

Wyll:

Wyll is a tragic hero in every sense of the word. He knows the lows of depression well.

He sacrificed his freedom to save Baldur’s Gate, and in return, he was disowned by his father, and forced into exile, all while having to serve a demon. He’s spent years mentally beating himself up for that sacrifice, and mentally chiding himself for ever having agreed to Mizora’s deal in the first place. On more than one occasion, he’s found himself wishing he could go back in time and choose differently. It’s an awful feeling to get stuck in, and he wants more than anything, for you to be free of such imprisoning feelings.

He’ll constantly remind you of all of your accomplishments: even the littlest ones- like if you’ve made your bed roll, or if you ate that day, or if you went for a walk, or made a successful conversation with a stranger.

He keeps track of your milestones but also keeps an eye out for any warning signs. He knows you are your own person and that he cannot stop you from doing something, not forever anyway. But he asks that you come to him instead of doing things that put yourself at risk. Please. The two of you can talk it out, or maybe he can show you a few moves with a sword to get that frustration and manic energy out. Whatever you wish, even if it’s just spending quiet time together, he’ll do it, if it means you don’t end up harming yourself.

He’s extra protective of you, especially whenever devils like Mizora or Raphael show up. He knows such creatures prey on vulnerability, and he’ll be damned before they ever take advantage of you. If any devil so much as even brings up the whispers of horrible things you think about yourself, he will dispatch them, immediately. He won’t hesitate for a second. How dare such vile creatures speak to you, an incredible and kind person, in such a way? He won’t stand for it.

He also tries to cheer you up and remind you how much you’re loved using the occasional grand romantic gesture. What can he say? He’s an old-fashioned romantic at heart. A candlelight dinner, a nice night by the fire in a private room at an inn… or even an evening of dancing under the stars; no gesture is too grand or too extravagant for the love of his life.

You are beyond special to him. You are his future. In a way, he sees you as a gift from the Gods, proof that in the end, good deeds do pay out. Can’t you see? You’re his cherished partner. Wyll would do it all over again, exactly the same, even his deal with Mizora, so long as he ends up with you at his side.

You brought a sense of family, pride, security, and love back into Wyll’s life. Let him do what he can to bring that back into yours.

✧

Karlach:

Karlach may be a golden retriever in tiefling form, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what it means to be sad. She was betrayed by Gortash, her mentor, and sold to Zariel who quite literally ripped Karlach’s heart out of her chest. There was a time when she didn’t think her heart would ever beat again, now that her physical one was taken. But she did what she had to, and she found a purpose amidst her betrayal using the skills she had to bide her time until she could escape.

For Karlach, she’s no longer in a depressive state. She’s overjoyed at the amount of freedom she’s gained- at the feel of fresh air and actual sunshine on her face. She’s so in love with life. She forgot what it was to live joyfully, and now that she’s remembered, she doesn’t ever want it to stop.

She knows you don’t feel up for it, she gets it. But she won’t stop dragging you to events and new places. She knows it takes time for someone to go through an episode, or episodes, of feeling like shit. She’ll gladly wait them out with you. But she won’t let you take those episodes lying down. She’s going to do what she can to put some joy into your life, whether you want it or not.

Karlach will constantly remind you of how lucky she is to have you. She tells you rather bluntly that she adores you, no characteristic or quirk is safe from her myriad of compliments and gushing. She also makes a point to talk you up to the others, especially after you’ve been self-deprecating lately. She makes it clear just how incredible you are. Everyone should know, especially you.

She will physically restrain you before she lets you self-harm. Although she has to be careful not to burn you accidentally herself, she much prefers holding you through a bout as opposed to asking you to stop and simply hoping for the best. She cares so much for you, she couldn’t chance it. The thought of you hurting yourself when she’s right next door is too much, she couldn't bear it. She’d feel awful like she failed you in some way.

She reminds you how much you do for everyone else, even when you don’t realize it. How you play with Scratch and the Owlbear Cub. How you help Gale find magical objects. Or how you always point out any flowers or plant life within Baldur’s Gate to Halsin to remind him of home. Karlach knows you think of everyone- you’re always putting them first. She wants you to know it’s okay if you have to pull back to put yourself first, to take care of your mental and physical health. It’s not selfish, it’s not rude. You’re doing what you need to do in order to survive. Who amongst you can’t say the same?

She ropes everyone in when it comes to looking after you. They all better be nice or they can answer to her and her big smoldering muscles. And speaking of big flaming muscles…

She knows she can’t beat the depression for you, but Karlach’ll be damned if you think you gotta go it alone. Even when you don’t feel up for it, Karlach will be right there, fighting by your side.

✧

La’zel:

La’zel is not familiar with the idea of depression. Githyanki come from a society where any weakness, physical or mental, is frowned upon. It is considered a personal failure to let yourself fall victim to your emotions. As a result, La’zel is often unaware of how she feels about things.

La’zel may not be the affectionate partner, but she knows enough about herself to understand she likes you and admires you greatly. This makes your illness all the more confusing to her. She doesn’t understand how someone like you, someone she views as strong and capable could be all that sad on the inside. Perhaps you are mistaken? La’zel reminds you of how impressive she finds you, assuming that will be enough to snap you out of it. (It isn’t, of course.)

You’ll have to sit her down and explain what depression is; how it doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with how capable someone is. It’s something that happens when the brain doesn’t work quite right, you can’t get the perspective everyone else has. La’zel asks if this is related to the parasite. In which case, it’s just another reason to defeat the Absolute. Once you make it clear, it has nothing to do with the parasite, she seems to accept the idea with less hostility.

La’zel recognizes this ‘depression’ as an opponent of yours. And of course, as your partner, she insists on working to defeat it with you. She’ll ask you to join her in her workouts, insisting that you spar with her only to secretly go easy on you, and let you win. She wants that boost to your ego to remind you just how proficient you are. To her, a victory is one of the highest compliments, and she wants you to feel complimented.

You are her partner, her zhak vo'n'fynh duj, her source of joy. She thinks the world of you. Even though she is not familiar with your culture or customs, she makes more of an effort to understand them, in hopes they will reveal secret knowledge about this ‘depression’ to her. She wants to know everything there is to know about this enemy. The more knowledge she has, the better she feels equipped to aid you in the fight.

If you’re self-harming, she may not notice right away. However, her suspicions arise when you are ashamed of what she assumed were battle scars. La’zel will not hesitate to pin you down if she catches you hurting yourself and holding you close until the urges have passed. She won’t take away any of your weaponry- she knows how important it is. But she will keep a close watch, and invite you away from your tent and your tools when she senses the urge to self-harm within you is great.

Githyanki do not beg. They are a strong, proud species. So it’s of the utmost shock when La’zel gets on her knees before you, taking one of your hands in between hers. She confesses how much she cares for you. And begs you, to please, please, continue to fight the good fight for her. You are her anchor to this world, to a life beyond orders and discipline, you’ve opened up her world to joy and acceptance. Please don’t leave her alone in it. She may be a proficient fighter, but her heart just couldn’t bear that.

✧

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart may not remember much of her past before Shar, but she does know one thing for certain, and that’s how she feels for you. In the past, she’s found herself overcome by feelings of sadness and anger, so she’s no stranger to having to live with such unpleasant emotions. She’s also no stranger to living with chronic pain, her hand always existing as a constant reminder of what Shar took from her. And despite happy reminders and the sun always shining the next day, Shadowheart knows there is nothing that can change that. Until Shar grows bored, living with pain is something she will be forced to endure.

Having to live with that pain has made Shadowheart incredibly understanding when it comes to the ups and downs of your mood swings caused by depression. She knows the feeling of ‘it's not fair!’ all too well, and will never chastise you or shush you for bringing it up. It isn’t fair how some people go through like okay and other people have suffering planted inside them. It’s life, but it’s not fair, and you don’t have to pretend it is.

Shadowheart will always offer to help you with changing out of your clothes/armor into more suitable night attire. She has a routine every night that helps her decompress, and she’d love to share it with you.

On the days you feel nothing matters, like you can’t even get out of bed, don’t worry, she’ll be right there, outside of your tent, asking if there’s anything she can fetch you if there’s anything you need. And if you have no use for any physical items or healing spells, she’s more than happy to just sit with you, silently reading a book as you lay on your bedroll. It’s comforting, and reassuring, that you don’t have to say or do anything to be able to enjoy each other’s presence. It takes some pressure off of having a relationship.

If she ever finds you’ve been self-harming, Shadowheart will feel angry. Then hurt. Then disappointed. Then hurt again. She wishes you wouldn’t but at the same time, she understands why you would do something like that. A part of her might feel angry that here she is, forced to live with the pain she didn’t ask for, while you go around giving yourself pain necessarily, but given time, she’ll learn to compartmentalize that train of thought. Your self-harming isn’t about her, she knows that.

She will of course, always heal your wounds, unless you persistently ask her not to. In which case, she might relent, but she still insists on checking them to see how they’re healing naturally and at the first sign of infection or spreading, she will use her healing spells as a cleric to deal with them- no ifs ands or butts.

Shadowheart just wants to be able to make up for lost time with you. She wants a life with you beyond the horrors and the trials of the Absolute, beyond the misery of Shar. She wants the two of you happily living in a modest home, maybe somewhere with animals nearby. She wants you and her parents to get along. She wants your friends to visit often. But most of all, she wants you to be at peace, to be content with the life in front of you. It may take some time, but she swears one day, the two of you will get there. You may never be overly happy, but you will have found tenderness in each other.

✧

Halsin:

Halsin is such a sweetheart, but despite his calm demeanor, he has more than his fair share of demons lurking just beneath the surface. Halsin’s lived a long life. He knows what it feels like to get stuck in a rut, and he knows the hopelessness that often comes with fighting an uphill battle. The Shadow Curse was once just a whispered threat before it grew concrete enough to take up much of Halsin’s life. Forced to always take care of others, and forced to put the greater good before himself, Halsin is no stranger to the slow silent depressive undercurrent that often wades into the stream of your life. Unfortunately, as an archdruid and leader of Emerald Grove, Halsin has had to endure such melancholy alone. As such, he wishes you never feel you have to shoulder your burdens alone.

There is a chance, thanks to the degree of his focus and admiration, that you won’t need to tell him of your feelings, that he will sense them before you do. Halsin won’t pry incessantly, but he does make it known that feeling low is nothing to be ashamed of and that he is always willing to lend an ear.

On the days you can not take care of yourself, Halsin won’t complain in the slightest. He’ll simply aid you in doing whatever needs to be done. He’ll carry you to the river to bathe just as he carries you to the table to eat. He’s so gentle with you, his large hands treat you as if you were made of glass as if he’s almost afraid to touch you.

And don’t worry about any emotional outbursts you might have, be it crying or yelling, or a quick succession of both, Halsin does his best not to take it personally. There is very little you could do or say, aside from causing great harm to another living thing, that he would not understand and forgive.

If you self-harm, he doesn’t react with anger. He does his best to look neutral although he is heartbroken on the inside. He sees you as his salvation, and to see his salvation do such a thing pains him so.

If you’re having trouble sleeping, or get frequent aches, he’ll use healing spells or old-fashioned massages to alleviate some of your pain. He’s quite fond of anything that lets him touch you as he cares for you, be it massages, bathing, braiding your hair, or simply holding you close as you sleep atop his broad chest.

If it’s too much, Halsin will understand your desire for space, and grant you it, he won’t force it on you. But for Halsin, that touch is a reminder you’re still here, that he hasn’t lost you yet, just as he has lost everyone he has ever loved previously.

He always encourages you in your self-care, be it eating or sleeping. He will offer gentle reminders throughout the day, and bring you food should he notice you haven't eaten in a while. If he could physically take on your burdens for you, he would. If it meant your happiness, Halsin would gladly suffer.

You showed him what it meant to live again. You rescued him from his depressive enemy- from the loneliness of the Shadow Curse. He sees it as his duty to do all he can to rescue you from yours.

Halsin knows he cannot ‘save you’ from your feelings. But that doesn’t mean he’ll ever stop trying. He cares so deeply for you. Trust that even though his heart may wander, he will always find his way back to you. No one else, not even your depression is enough to keep him away.

✧

Minthara:

Minthara lives in a state of suspended fear, hidden deep down inside. The Underdark is a cutthroat place, full of betrayal and uprising. There is no such thing as ‘love’ or ‘friendship’- only strength and temporary alliances. But then again, that was before she was infected with the parasite, that was before she met you.

Now that’s grown close to you, now that she realizes the strengths of sharing vulnerability with the one you love, she refuses to live without it. You are her first true love. She will not settle for less. And she refuses to go through the rest of her life without you, readily at her side.

She may not be the kindest when it comes to questioning why you haven't been as eager as usual. But once you explain your situation, Minthara comes to regard your condition with respectful contemplation. She tries to put herself in your shoes, so to speak, before making any future remarks. It is not easy for her, but she does her best. You will have to remind her often and explain each symptom of your depression separately.

Minthara discovers through your openness, that she has had such symptoms as well. The only difference between her and you is that she was taught to swallow such feelings, to never let them surface. It makes her all the more tender in the way she interacts with you. And she asks for your continued tenderness in return.

The two of you can express your darkest thoughts, and ruminations much more freely because of that. You know Minthara will not hold those thoughts against you, just as you will not hold hers against her.

If she finds you’ve been self-harming, she asks to watch the next time. It might strike you as an odd request, but it helps twofold: 1) It reminds you you’re not alone at such a time of deep pain, and 2) It makes you feel self-conscious, bringing you out of that self-harm spiral. It’s much harder to keep your blinders on when the person you love most is sitting right next to you. It empowers you to push such urges away, and instead spend time in the presence of the one you love, knowing she doesn’t think any less of you, and that you don’t have to hide any component of your suffering.

Minthara may be cold to others, and she is not one to languish in her depressed feelings, but she will tolerate sitting with you in yours. If having instances of momentary vulnerability will help you heal and make you stronger in the long run, Minthara is more than willing to ride those instances out with you.

✧

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naughtybg3confessions · 8 months ago

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I've rediscovering myself lately and I'm going through my dom era. I've been making good headway (heh head) with the whole domming shebang, but here's the issue: Minthara. Minthara is making me subbier. I can't stop thinking about her making me kneel for her. I genuinely could never argue against her. Yes ma'am! As you say ma'am! Oh I should shut up? Eating your pussy for 2 hours straight? As you wish, ma'am! Gods that woman does some serious shit to my brain.

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So... I'm running on the assumption that Rakha was able to witness that whole interaction between Gale and Mystra via Tadpole TV, because Gale immediately bursts into a discussion about it once he's back.

"The Karsite Weave... I had no idea. Do you realize what this means?"

Rakha isn't sure she does, in truth. She followed some of what Mystra said, but not all of it, and Gale's increasing agitation muddied the clarity of the tadpole connection. She got the gist for the most part, though - the orb Gale carries is not part of the magic that Rakha is familiar with, not part of the fabric of the Weave she communes with.

Gale's eyes are wide, energized, frantic with anxiety.

"The orb is no stray piece of ordinary magic," he goes on urgently. "It is something entirely different - the nascent form of a new divine power."

He draws a breath, and then his expression hardens with deliberate focus.

"Of course I couldn't control it. I was mortal. But once I reforge the crown... the power of a god will be mine to command. The orb will answer to me."

Rakha juts out her jaw thoughtfully. There are new developments here. The fact that Gale's orb and the power he seeks to wield has no connection to the existing magic that she knows is more unsettling than she might have expected.

(A/N: Interesting. I had to sit and think about this for a little while and look at the different dialogue options. Rakha is definitely way more unsettled by this discussing it now than she was when they discussed it in Sorcerous Sundries' basement, and I'm trying to identify exactly why.

I think there are a couple of reasons.

1) She was considering the idea of toppling Mystra as a question of taking more control of the existing Weave, the one she values, the one she just decided two posts ago is the centerpiece of her identity now that her Dark Urge is gone. Gale is now, instead, describing making use of a completely different magical framework, one Rakha has no connection to and which, apparently, EATS the Weave by nature.

2) Back at Sorcerous Sundries, Rakha felt that Gale framed the discussion in terms of bringing mortals (as a whole) and gods (as a whole) onto more of an equivalent level. However, he is now talking very specifically about elevating himself, with a sudden glint in his eye that reminds her uncomfortably of Orin's hunger to become Bhaal's chosen, or Minthara's eagerness to acquire power at any cost.

I can't decide how I feel about the fact that Rakha has started to do a lot of hard left turns out of her previous beliefs (ref. her turning on the Emperor recently); I don't want her to seem like she's acting massively out of character or has no convictions, but also she has had a MASSIVE shakeup of her world and there are a lot of perspective-altering revelations that come out in this act.

Anyway TLDR - she's not as on board with this idea as she thought she was.)

"You had *no* idea about the orb's true nature?" she asks carefully after a short pause, watching his expression carefully.

Gale shrugs. "I knew it was powerful, of course, but I could hardly analyze something trapped within my own body." He spreads his hands with the air of a professor giving a lecture. "Let me assure you - the Karsite Weave has no more inherent evil to it than a - a child in the womb, or an axe half-forged on the blacksmith's anvil. It is a tool, ready to be shaped by its wielder. By me. And you know me to be someone of reasonably sound moral judgement, don't you?"

Rakha thinks that over. She and Gale are not terribly close, but he has taught her a great deal, about the Weave and its power and about her own abilities. Certainly she has always trusted his opinions about magic in the past. And yet... and yet...

Mystra's revelation has, for better or worse, shaken her. The orb in his chest, the powers he seeks to wield, wish to consume hers, whether Gale himself does or not. "Your 'good intentions' nearly detonated the Karsite Weave when you found it,"(*) she points out bluntly.

"But they didn't," Gale insists vehemently. "I always thought it was a miracle that I survived - but I'm starting to wonder if there was more to it. What if it chose me?"

(A/N: Oh dear, Gale. D: )

Rakha blinks. "You think this is your destiny?" she asks, bemused.

"How can I not?" Gale says, nodding vigorously. "Think about it - the Crown of Karsus, the Netherstones, the Karsite Weave, no more than a tadpole's breadth from being reunited."

His eyes flare with sudden manic intensity. "This is my chance to get back everything that was taken from me. Everything Mystra denied me. And once I have it, I can forge a better world. Be a better god."

His gaze locks with Rakha's - pleading, demanding. "I want you to help me."

Rakha says nothing for a long moment. Her neck is prickling, the Weave dancing along her skin as if it feels the threat to its essence. This feels as if it has all, very abruptly, slipped out of her control, and she does not like the look on Gale's face, or the words he has chosen. It all puts her unsettlingly in mind of Bhaal's face in a puddle of blood, reaching out and demanding that she accept his gift and become greater.

But in the past, when she has not known what to do... it is her friends' judgment that she has turned to, Gale's included.

"This is your decision to make, Gale," she mutters hoarsely. "Not mine."

Gale brightens, his shoulders relaxing, though his fingers continue to twitch nervously against his robe. "Well then," he says hastily, "what more is there to discuss? All we need to do is stay focused on the task at hand - defeating that elder brain. After that, you can leave the rest to me."

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(*) In-game line: 'Are you forgetting how you came into possession of the Karsite Weave? Your 'good intentions' could have detonated it.' Bit more roundabout than Rakha would be.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #lol okay this is even messier than i originally anticipated XD #i've never tried encouraging gale towards the crown before and he gets REAL intense about it huh

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mithraeris · 1 year ago

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Minthara on her recruitment to the cult of The Absolute

CW: brainwashing, violence, murder, trauma Minthara (reflecting on her first encounter with the cult of the Absolute): A true soul came to my city preaching a message of togetherness, accompanied by two novices. Menzoberranzen is not fertile ground for such messages. I killed them, and hanged their bodies in my garden. Player (option 1): Decorative corpses. An interesting design choice. Minthara: I would have picked prettier corpses if my intentions had been aesthetic. This was a warning against heresy. I was not content with the warning though. I intended to wage war on their insolent god, and the rest of its followers. Even as the flesh sagged and sloughed away from their eyeless skulls, their audacity infuriated me. I had to know where they came from. And whoever sent them was counting on my curiosity overcoming my caution.

Player(option 2): They were fools to encroach on Lolth's territory. Minthara: I thought so too. This world is full of fools, after all. But in this instance, I was mistaken. Our visitors were not fools - they were bait. Player (option 3): Yet they recruited you all the same:

Minthara : Recruited ("recruited" with a shake of the head. She knows her "recruitment" was actually brain-washing). You could call it that. I intended to wage war on their god and the rest of its presumptive followers.

Player: You should have captured and interrogated them. Minthara: In a manner of speaking, I did. The dead cough up their secrets just as well as the living. All it took was a simple act of necromancy, and the corpses told me where I needed to strike - Moonrise Towers. Player: You mustn't have struck very hard - the tower is still standing.

Minthara (mild regret, and some anger. doesn't like admitting her failures): Despite Ketheric's best efforts, so are we. And we shall outlast the immortal general, and his tower. But he had the upper hand when we first met. I was arrogant enough to believe I had the better of him. As it turned out, to my shame, I was defeated without even drawing my weapon.

I came to Moonrise with a retinue of warriors and assassins - the best House Baenre had to offer. I expected a battle, but found a fully-laden feast table, and a welcome befitting a house matron. Ketheric expected us - expected me - and I fell for his flattery.

Ketheric proposed an alliance between Moonrise and Menzoberranzan. I admit, I was captivated by him.

He invited me to the head of his table, as his guest of honour. I was wary, of course. If I had been in his position, the food would have been poisoned. It was not the food I should have been wary of. It was the pale woman at the foot of the table - Orin the Red.

(regret and anxiety - she fears Orin the Red more than anyone else in the world)

We had barely begun to eat when she spoke for the first time. I only caught one word - my name. Then, quick as lightning, she climbed onto the table, a dagger in each hand, and skipped toward me, slicing the throats out of my men as she passed them. Few things frighten me. Orin is one of them. Ketheric held me still. His hand on my shoulder, the grip tight enough to crack the bone. When Orin stood before me, she touched the dagger to my eye, drawing out a tear of blood. I want this one, she said. Ketheric nodded his permission, and I was taken below. You've seen the horrors of the colony. Orin kept me there for days. She forced me to watch as my men were processed; some for food, others as thralls. And then she placed the tadpole in my eye herself. Player: You were too trusting. Minthara (Regret and sadness - she's being cruel to herself here, suggesting past trauma was deserved): I was. I deserved what happened to me, for my passivity, for my weakness. For my pride. .

#minthara #drow #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #bg3 script #orin the red

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sweetheartmanor · 16 days ago

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Revenge

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Minthara x Kacey (OC)

Word Count: 2,389

Warnings: graphic sex, degradation, boot humping, hair tugging, pegging teasing, mentions of teasing in public, accidental voyeurism, orgasm denial, slight afab terms for Kacey.

This was a commission from the wonderful @farmernotafarmer . Kacey is his tav. I had a lot of fun writing this piece and if anyone else wants to commission me, my holiday sale is on, meaning all new commissions are half off until January 15th.

All day. All day Kacey had been poking, pinching, teasing, doing everything in his power to push Minthara’s buttons while they were out and about in town. All damn day. Minthara has had it with Kacey’s teasing, his obvious attempts to rile her up with both regular and sexual frustration. Fortunately and unfortunately, the two had gotten to camp before everyone else, which gave her the perfect opportunity to confront Kacey.

“Kacey! Care to explain what your actions in town were about?”

Kacey grinned widely, feeling no shame for what he had done. "Oh come on~ It wasn't that bad~" He was backing away as he said it, with that shit-eating grin still present on his face. "Besides, you can't say you didn't like it~ That it didn't pique your interest~”

Minthara’s face turned a shade darker as Kacey spoke, whether it was from embarrassment or irritation, only she knew. “Wasn’t that bad- We were in public you know-!” She hissed, stepping closer to the taller man, leaning up to try to meet his eyes.

“Admit that it was indecent.” She ordered him, a sternness to her voice that made Kacey’s spine tingle deliciously.

The ranger's face heated up when her voice got stern, but this was due to arousal. "Of course, it was! That's where the thrill comes in! It makes it hotter." He kept putting distance between him and the smaller drow, but the way she was following him made him think of a dangerous predator stalking it's prey. He felt heat rush to his core when he realized it wouldn't be long until she pounced.

The drow stalked closer, her expression stern despite the heat in her cheeks. “Do you not have any decency?” She huffed out, backing Kacey up until he could do no more than fall onto his ass, leaving Minthara to loom over him, her stature alluringly intimidating despite the usual height difference between the two of them. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Kacey's eyes slowly ran up the length of his partner, his eyes darkening a bit with arousal. Being on the ground with her looming over him put way too many thoughts into his head.

"Um... Sorry, I can't really think right now. Well except think about how much I want to make out with you or how much I want you on my face-" he trailed off, trying to hide how much his legs were shaking.

Mithara’s face flushed more at his shameless confession of the thoughts in his head as she scowled, stepping back before pressing her shoe against the middle of Kacey’s chest to push him back as far as he could go. “You’re utterly shameless, aren’t you?” She taunted, putting a little bit of pressure on him as she looked down at the ranger that was now at her mercy, and oh how she was feeling rather… sadistic.

Kacey's cheeks grew even warmer and he was almost ashamed to feel just how soaked he was getting. Gods, the power she had over him was intoxicating- "You never complained about it before.." Kayce tried to sound as cocky as ever, but his voice was getting shakier.

Minthara immediately caught that little shake in Kacey’s voice, that eager little whimper behind his voice. “Well we weren’t in public.. mmh do you wish we were in public now? Where people could see you on the floor, beneath me?” She moved her boot now, setting it down right between Kacey’s legs.

He started shaking more, his eyes trailing down to her boot. So close to his aching core, and yet so far away, “I mean I would never turn down a chance for my beloved to show me off~” Just thinking about other people seeing her wreck him and make him putty in her hands just did things to him. Was it wrong to think about that? Honestly, Kacey didn't care. It was hot.

Minthara couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her lips in response to Kacey’s words. She slid her boot closer to his core, the tip of her boot just barely brushing against his wetness.

“Would you now?~” Seeing him squirm and shake beneath her sent shivers up Minthara’s spine. “Regardless, don’t you think a punishment is necessary, for your crude acts in public, hm? You need to learn your lesson~” There was a slight snap to her voice as her boot nudged against Kacey’s clothed core.

A soft sound tore itself from Kacey's throat when the toe of her boots grazed his clothed core. He moved closer, pressing himself against her boot and wrapping his arms around her thighs. "I mean, I do think what I did deserves punishment~ I'm a shameless little pervert~”

“Good~ Look at you, already humping my boot like some dirty dog. I’m surprised you didn’t do this in town, you nasty slut~” She reached down, grabbing Kacey’s hair and sharply tugging up on his hair. “Getting off so easily, you don’t feel any shame do you?~”

Kacey let out a shameless moan, his hips rocking down against Minthara's boot. He almost felt like he was going to start drooling as the delicious tingles went down his spine. "Well, maybe I will next time we're in public~ Imagine everyone watching you putting me in my place~”

“Dirty slut still hasn’t learnt his lesson, has he?” Minthara smirked, pressing her boot against his clothed core more, watching his face closely for that little sign that he was close, cause oh was release going to take a while to reach poor Kacey.

Kacey let out another loud moan, grinding against her boot more. "You are not complaining~" He pressed his face against her thigh, panting and mewling against the fabric. Normally, it would take him longer to reach the peak, but he was already pent up from earlier, every time Minthara rejected or ignored his advances just making the horniness worse. He was so very close now.

Right as Kacey was about to go over the edge, about to reach sweet release, Minthara pulled her boot back and tugged him off of her leg like he was a horny dog. “Bad boys don’t get to cum.” She said sternly, licking her lips as she looked at his blissed out expression.

Kacey looked up at her, his glassy eyes glazed over with lust. A pathetic whine came from him as he tried to rub his face against her leg, but her grip on his hair kept him from getting close. "Please, I need to cum~" His core was aching and he was desperate to finish. "Darling~" he whined again.

“Naughty dogs don’t get treats, Kacey~ So what makes you think you’ll be allowed to cum so easily? This is a punishment after all.” Minthara cooed, partial malice dripping from her voice. “Look at you, so pathetic. I bet you’d cum on the spot if one of our camp members just so happened to come back, wouldn’t you?”

His cheeks grew even hotter and he couldn't help but imagine it. Imagining someone actually coming back and stumbling up on Kacey being completely at Minthara's mercy, her absolutely destroying her larger partner... That all sent delightful little tingles to his core, and he knew she was absolutely right. "And what if I did? It'll just give you plenty of excuses to treat me like the whore I am~”

“Yes yes.. but I still can’t have you cumming yet, whore.” Minthara pushed Kacey back down, kneeling down by him with her boot right back on his chest. “Stay still and take your punishment like a good slut~” Every word that left her mouth was sensual yet malicious, her fingers gliding down to the waistband of Kacey’s trousers, tugging them down with one swift movement.

Kacey's thighs instinctively pressed together and he could feel his face heat up in embarrassment. Though, he failed to hide the rather large wet spot on his undergarments. Minthara's teasing and his grinding on her boot had definitely done a number on him. "Ma'am please~ I really need to cum~" he whined pathetically, body trembling with arousal. His needy core was aching, wanting her to bring him over the edge, but he was still craving her sadistic teasing.

“Do you deserve to cum?~” Minthara asked, her gaze burrowing into Kacey’s soul as she dragged her finger against his clothed folds in a feather-like touch, leaving some sensation but not nearly enough for him to be satisfied. She was going to drag this out until she was satisfied with how much of a pleading, embarrassed mess he’d be.

He softly moaned again, her light touch against his covered folds making his hole clench around nothing. Good thing she couldn't see that, or she'd absolutely let him have it degradation-wise. "I thought you liked how I humped your boot like a stray dog~" he traded back, though the effect wasn't the same with his voice cracking.

“I did, you looked so desperate and pathetic, but that doesn’t mean you can cum~” Minthara sneered, rubbing tight, teasing circles around Kacey’s folds to bring him back to the brink of an orgasm just so she could leave him out to dry. “Maybe you can cum if you beg, beg like you mean it, let everyone hear how much of a hungry whore you are~”

Kacey whimpered, the muscles in his thighs twitching as his fought the urge to clamp his legs closed around her hand. "Please, ma'am, I really want you to make me cum~ Use me as you wish. I'm your little slut and I want to please you “

“Good boy~” She cooed, yet still removed her fingers from his clothed folds. “You beg so sweetly… maybe I could reward you by fucking you hard and good hm? Would you like that, you little slut?~” Minthara asked, hooking her finger under his chin to pull his gaze to her.

Kacey swore he started drooling then at what age said. As soon as the words left his beloved partner's mouth, he was drooling from both ends. "Oh hells yes~ I would love that so much~" Despite being the taller one, Kacey felt so small right now, like Minthara could easily crush him under her boot. And he would beg her to do it and thank her after she did.

“Stay.” The dominating drow said sternly after listening to Kacey confirm that he’d love to get fucked and put into his place before backing off, walking off to her tent and disappearing into it. She returned soon after with a toy, her favorite. That strap that could reach all the delicious points in Kacey’s core. “Are you ready, big boy~?”

Kacey let out another whine and wasted no time in removing his undergarments. The cold air meeting his soaked folds had him hissing slightly, but he knew she would warm him up quickly. "I'll be such a good little slut for you, Ma'am~" he promised, not caring that he was still half naked in the dirt. "I am so ready for you.”

Minthara smirked at his eagerness to get fucked by her strap, put in his place like a good, nasty dog. “Such a good slut for me~” The drow slipped on the toy, making sure it was in place before kneeling down, pressing her hands on Kacey’s thighs to spread them as far as possible, making sure the muscles stung ever so slightly, the tip of the toy teasing his heated sex.

Kacey shuddered and resisted the urge to rock against the toy. He knew that if he did, she'd punish him with another denial, and at this point he was desperate to cum. The others getting back to camp didn't even cross his lust-addled mind at that time. Even if they did, he didn't really care. "Anything for you, ma'am~" he moaned, feeling the top of the toy sliding through his slick folds.

“Look at you, behaving so nicely~” Minthara chuckled, rocking her hips roughly so the toy pushed right into his heat, rolling her hips so the tip of the toy grazed against a sweet spot in his core. “You like that, slut?~ Finally getting relief?” She sneered, licking her lips as she roughly thrusted the toy in and out of Kacey.

Kacey let out a loud moan as she thrusted into him, covering his mouth to muffle the noise. He knew she liked the sounds he made and wanted her to bully him a little more and humiliate him. So she wouldn't be getting what she wanted just yet. No matter how good the toy felt stretching him out and hitting all of the most amazing spots.

Minthara frowned and grabbed his wrists with her hands, pinning his hands above his head, still rocking her hips at a rough pace. “Naughty dog~ Do you really not want to cum that badly, you little slut?” She snapped with sensual hostility, still stretching him out around her toy. “Maybe you deserve a bit more edging hm? Put you in your place..”

Not being able to muffle his sounds of pleasure, Kacey was very loud, though still not loud enough to drown out the wet sounds of the toy being fucked into his needy hole. Anyone who walked by would know exactly what was going on. And by now Kacey didn't care who heard him.

“There we go, nice and loud~ Let the whole world hear how much you want to cum on this toy~” Minthara degraded Kacey, moving one of her hands from his wrists to give his pretty neck a nice squeeze, treating him like the nasty whore he was. “I’m sure our camp mates will hear you before they even get here, but you’d like that wouldn’t you?~”

With the degradation and the rough treatment, Kacey came embarrassingly quick, his body clamping down tight on the toy. "F-fuck~" He cried out loudly, his body tensing as the most intense orgasm he had ever had tore through his body. He didn't hear the snapping of twigs until the rush had subsided and he was startled by sudden stuttering.

"I uh.... I shouldn't have come back so early," Wyll was saying, looking still shocked as he backed away slowly. As much as he should have tho, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the display.

#🌸 wormy #wormy coms #🌸 wormy's finished comms 🌸#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 smut #bg3 x oc #bg3 smut #minthara #minthara x tav #minthara x oc

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unreadpoppy · 5 months ago

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That Which Lies Beneath - a Minthara x Galatea Medieval AU (Chapter 3)

Chapter 2

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Summary: Galatea and her grandmother have a short but heated conversation and Minthara suffers through a feast.

CW: Galatea's grandmother is not a nice person and there's some allusions to past abuse. Also, the word 'leper' is used because of the context (poiting this out because I am aware that it is a derogatory term for people with leprosy so idk i felt like saying something first).

Taglist: @littlemoondarling

Galatea was roughly shoved inside her room by her grandmother, and she could already feel the bruising forming on where the woman had held her arm. She pulled up her veil to look at her grandmother.

Solatha closed the door and began walking towards her. “I do not understand why you can’t obey simple orders. You are to stay in your room when we have guests, not be walking around with them.” She hissed.

Galatea sighed. “I know grandmother. But-”

“Do you, now? Because I remember telling you to not go to dinner with your family when Lady Baenre arrived and yet, when I woke up the next morning, it was all my servants spoke of.” She rubbed her forehead and murmured “Gods, if only I hadn’t fallen asleep, I would have stopped you.”

The tiefling suppressed a smile. Her grandmother did not know, but to evade her, Galatea had enchanted the tea that Solatha always drank before dinner, guaranteeing that she would not be present. It had been the reason why she had been late as first she had to hear the scolding of how she couldn’t be doing the servants work nor be walking around when guests were to arrive.

At Galatea’s silence, Solatha said “If you continue with this, I’ll start locking your door again.”

“No.” Galatea said harshly. “There’s no need for that anymore.”

“Good.” Her grandmother walked close, holding her cheeks in one hand, looking at her with scorn. “Because tonight is an important night for your sister and I do not want to see your figure there. Understood?”

She nodded and the older woman let her go, marching out of the room and loudly closing the door. Galatea flinched at the sound, pressing her fingers into her forehead before taking a deep breath and walking to the vanity. She sat down and removed her gloves first, staring at her blackened hands. She took a deep breath and continued with her usual routine.

Slowly, she undid her headdress, letting her long, blue hair fall. Then, she looked in the mirror, staring at her horns. They were short and rough, having been denied for years. She touched one of them and felt a dull ache, a memory coming back to her.

Hands much bigger and stronger than hers holding her down. She remembers crying, not understanding what was happening. The flash of a saw and then-

She stood up abruptly, taking deep breaths. She did not want to think of such things, not right now. Galatea walked to her bed, laying down on her back and staring at the ceiling. She thought of her conversations with Minthara and how it felt good to have another person who saw beyond the veil. She thought of her sister and how she would miss yet another one of her birthdays. She sighed, thinking how much easier her life would be if she had been born a half-elf too.

As she sat there, bored, Minthara couldn’t help to think back on the feasts that house Baenre used to throw. Underdark food was much richer than this and a poisoning was always involved, something she knew she wouldn’t find here. Her only relief was that none of the nobles felt inclined to make conversation with her, allowing her to eat in silence.

She sat there, sipping on the wine and absently listening to the others around her. None of their conversations seemed of use until one finally piqued her interest.. The feast was coming to an end when she heard a man speak to the lady next to her.

“I was under the impression that the prince had two daughters.”

“Don’t you know? His oldest daughter is a terribly sick girl, she’s not very seen around court.” The woman responded.

“Oh…And what does she have?”

The woman whispered the next part, though Minthara could still hear. “I’ve heard is leper.”

“Leper? By the gods, no wonder they don’t want her to be seen.”

“What a disgrace.” The woman picked up her cup and brought it close to her lips. “Were she my daughter, I’d send her somewhere else. What if her sister catches it?”

Before she could drink, however, Minthara kicked the leg of her chair, causing the woman to spill the wine all over her. As the woman looked at her outraged, she only smirked and said “Apologies” as the woman and the man walked away.

Not long after the two left, prince Erzoured stood from his seat, giving an impassioned speech on how much he adored his daughter. Minthara hid her scowl behind her cup as he went on and on, praising Briseidas. He finished it off by inviting all those present to a masquerade ball he’d host in the following weeks.

After he was done, Erzoured approached Minthara. “I hope you won’t mind extending your visit for a few more weeks, Lady Baenre.”

She sighed. “It is not ideal.” Sensing he wouldn’t let her go so easily, she added “But if it is your wish, I’ll stay.”

“It is, yes.” He leaned closer. “Gives us more time to plan.”

Minthara raised a brow. “I see.” She cleared her throat. “Very well then. If you have nothing more to say, I shall return to my chambers.”

“Of course.” He said, stepping to the side to let her walk.

But as Minthara walked towards her room, she saw Princess Briseidas dismiss her guards, look around and continue her walk through a different path to where Minthara knew the family was stationed. Curiosity got the best of her as she decided to follow the princess.

Usually, Minthara wore too much heavy armor that would make her presence known, but, as she was wearing a light dress, it was much easier to go unnoticed. She saw the princess stop in front of a door, knock it a few times, and after a few seconds, the door opened, revealing Galatea inside.

It had become a sort of unspoken tradition between the two: every time Galatea did not attend an event, Briseidas would go to her room and tell her of what had happened.

Galatea had forgotten about that, not realizing how long she had spent looking at the ceiling and when she heard her sister's usual four knocks, she quickly hid her horns under her discarded headdress. Briseidas did not know what they looked like and Galatea had no wish for her to find out.

She ushered her sister in, asking “I hope it was good?”

Briseidas sat on the bed as she replied. “It was a tad boring but I did make conversation with a few of the other ladies there.” She then smiled. “But at the end, Father made a lovely speech about me.”

“Oh.” Galatea said. “I’m gald to hear.”

“I only wish you had been there as well.” Briseidas said, looking at Galatea. “Why did you not go?”

The tiefling sighed as she sat next to her sister. For a moment, she considered telling the girl of what their grandmother had said, but chose to spare her. “I did not wish to take attention from you by me being there. You know the others would gossip.”

“I know, but still. I like it better when you’re there.” She said and Galatea smiled at her sister. Then, Briseidas stood up and continued “But you can make up to me by attending the ball father’s throwing!”

She frowned. “Father’s throwing a ball?”

“Yes, in a few weeks. And before you say anything, it’ll be a masquerade, so you can blend in just as well.”

“Briseidas, I-”

“Please, please, I want you to be there.” She kneeled in front of the tiefling and looked at her with those big, sad eyes. “Just this once. Do it for me.”

Galatea sighed. It was hard to deny her sister and considering what she said, it would not be too hard for her to attend. She smiled and said “Alright, I’ll find a way to go.”

Briseidas stood up and hugged Galatea. “Thank you, thank you!”

The tiefling held her sister, and then kissed her forehead and said “Now, it’s getting quite late. Go to your room.” Briseidas tried to protest but Galatea silenced her, and soon, she was alone again.

She sighed and sat on the vanity again, ready to get ready for sleep when someone else entered.

“Why did you not attend tonight’s feast?” Minthara said, making Galatea jump on her chair, putting a hand on her chest.

“By the gods!” She said. “You can’t just barge into my room like that. How did you even know where I was?”

“I followed your sister.” Minthara said, crossing her arms. “Now, tell me why weren’t you there.”

Galatea raised a brow “Why does it matter to you?”

Minthara shrugged. “It does not. I’m simply curious.”

The tiefling squinted her eyes, analyzing her, before taking a deep breath and saying “My grandmother told me not to go.”

“And you obeyed her?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Galatea rubbed her face. “Because I did not want to cause a scene for the rest of the family. I know that the others speak of me when I’m there.”

“They also speak when you are not there.” Minthara said.

The tiefling frowned, adjusting in her chair. “What do you mean?”

“I overheard a couple speaking.” Minthara walked a bit closer, her face softening. “They thought you were a leper.”

“Oh.” Galatea said, turning back to the mirror in her vanity, her gaze saddened. “Did you get their names?”

“No. But if it’s any help, the woman did spill wine all over her dress.” Minthara smirked and Galatea chuckled. Then, she changed the subject. “There is going to be a ball.”

“Ah, yes, this ball. I was not aware of it until my sister told me of it.” She turned to face Minthara. “Will you be attending it?”

“Yes, but only because your father almost begged me to.”

“I take it that these sort of events are not to your liking.”

“No, they are not.” Minthara scowled. “Surface dweller parties are not as…entertaining as the Underdark ones, and the people are much less interesting to make conversation with.”

“Well, I hope this ball will be more fun for you.” Galatea said earnestly.

“I have my doubts.”

The tiefling smirked, which made Minthara frown. Then, she said “I find it strange, however, what you said. Of father insisting on you being there.” She looked down and whispered to herself “I wonder if he plans something.”

“I admit I find it confusing as well but there is opportunity in it.” Minthara said. “You wanted me to get closer to him, yes? This will be a good moment to find out if there is more we do not know.”

“Yes…yes, you are correct.” She looked at Minthara but said nothing, only looking at the drow, and for a moment, she allowed herself to think that the two would be good partners, if their collaboration turned fruitful.

Meanwhile, Minthara thought of why had she come here. She told the tiefling it was only due to curiosity, but in truth, Galatea had been the only one so far, in her brief stay, to actually make for interesting conversation, something she had greatly missed during the feast.

If she was to endure the next few weeks in this court, she at least hoped to find more times to speak with the princess.

“I will be heading back to my chambers.” Minthara broke the silence in the room. “Should we converse again, I’ll know where to find you.”

“Of course.” Galatea nodded and before Minthara left she added “I shall be seeing you soon. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

#minthara bg3 #minthara #minthara baenre #minthara x tav #minthara x galatea #mint tea #tav bg3 #oc: galatea #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #my writing

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whitegoldtower · 2 months ago

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If I were in the BG3 universe:

🕸️ Obviously I’d be a drow, myself. As an FTM and the eldest child in my family, I’d at least survive long enough to get nabbed by the nautiloid.

🕸️ act 1 Astarion would have to actively work to earn my trust because he and I would NOT see eye to eye and his behaviour would make me feel deeply unsafe. Again, as I said in my last post, his reaction to being told “you’re too close” would absolutely make me retaliate aggressively, and I wouldn’t just let him walk away from me after speaking to me like that.

🕸️ I would probably spend entire nights just talking to Gale and Wyll. I’d also be competing with Gale for the title of Camp Cook

🕸️ Lae’zel bossing me around on the nautiloid would rub me up the wrong way and I’d be very likely to react the same way as Shadowheart “who put you in charge?”

🕸️ I would get Scratch for Karlach but I wouldn’t be particularly pleased with having a dog in the camp.

🕸️ I’ll indulge Volo because it’s funny, but I am not letting him lobotomise me.

🕸️ If all went smoothly, I’d have some pretty deep conversations with Astarion.

🕸️ “I hate wolves” - me too, girl. Your fear is justified, and not just because of your trauma. I, too, would shit myself if Silver walked past me.

🕸️ I’d spare Minthara and then save her from Moonrise. Even though I would have some heavy disagreements with her, she would be my best friend. She would be the one person I’d seek out if I needed a second pair of eyes and/or a reality check.

🕸️ I would trust Shadowheart to do the right thing.

🕸️ Honestly, I don’t think I would even free Lae’zel from the tieflings. She would not be at my camp. I would see her in the wooden cage, see the tieflings guarding it, and keep walking. I would remember her giving me orders on the nautiloid and that would instantly dissuade me from even debating whether or not trying to persuade those tieflings to let her go was worth it.

🕸️ I would punch Aradin (and hurt my fist in the process but it’s worth it)

🕸️ I would free the spiders in the goblin camp and let them eat the goblins.

🕸️ Wyll would find me questionable at times. Karlach would get annoyed because I prefer to act subtly and strategise instead of running in guns blazing.

🕸️ I wouldn’t probe at Shadowheart. She and I would see eye to eye on a lot of things.

🕸️ I’ll let Abdirak have a go out of pure curiosity.

🕸️ I would technically save the grove but not on purpose. Yes I would take out the goblin leaders, and yes I would free Halsin. Yes, I would also help the tieflings with the druid situation. But it wasn’t my first priority. Not that I would say that out loud.

🕸️ I would rather either wait for Halsin to get to the grove to yell at Kagha and resolve the issue with the tieflings himself, or expose Kagha to the other druids. Minimal bloodshed in the grove.

🕸️ I would let True Soul Nere do his thing (I’m not getting involved in that) and then talk to the dumbass about the Absolute situation. Ideally, I wouldn’t give him the chance to run off. He’s coming back to camp with me. Better to have another ally than to let Balthazar have him. Also I’m romancing the pants off him.

🕸️ Church bells would ring when I saw Kar’niss for the first time. I would not be able to take the moonlantern from him, and as a reluctant consequence, I would turn on the harpers. I would aim to just knock him out at Moonrise because his sobs would make me feel too bad.

🕸️ Araj Oblodra would catch my hands so fast. At that point, I might not particularly be besties with Astarion, but I would defend him. Nobody should be speaking to anybody like that. One of the rare instances in the game thus far that would absolutely make my blood boil.

🕸️ Mayrina made her bed and now she can lie in it. Auntie Ethel can do as she likes.

🕸️ Raphael’s voice could convince me, but his words could not. I’m not falling for it.

🕸️ I would let Astarion bite me but by the gods I had better see him fighting tooth and nail afterwards. I am not a blood bank and I would get pissy if he wasn’t pulling his weight. A second feeding would 80% ride on whether or not I thought it would be efficient to let him do so again and 20% on the soft little part of me that wants to see him happy. But any of that “my little treat with his cheeks all flushed” nonsense and he’s not getting anything. Not unless I’d clocked that it was a bit, but I’m autistic so it would probably take a while.

🕸️ I would eventually trust each of the companions to make the big decisions - it’s not my place to tell them how to resolve their personal problems. The most I can do is support them and offer rational advice if they ask for it.

🕸️ Karlach can have Scratch, I don’t care. I’m adopting all the cats and spiders (leggy cats). Although, that one woman with the cages? I’ll let her have it with both barrels.

🕸️ When Orin decides to mess with my party, I decide to scalp her when I next see her.

🕸️ The tadpole would make me have panic attacks every night because of my medical anxiety, and I would be trying everything to get rid of it (as long as I don’t lose an eye, but if I was desperate enough I might try it. Raphael might even start to tempt me). Eventually, I think I’d become apathetic to it and force myself to stop acknowledging it.

🕸️ if the companions cared enough about me, it would probably be a nightly occurrence for them to have to stop me from downing the Wyvern Poison Nettie gave me in the grove, because even the slightest ache in my body would set off alarms. “You’re not turning into a mindflayer, you just ate some dodgy meat”

🕸️ On the nights I’m not cooking, I’m requesting that Gale cooks something with mushrooms in it. Comfort food. Routine good.

🕸️ I’ll take Minthara calling me a jaluk as a compliment, because at least she’s gendered me correctly.

🕸️ I absolutely cannot sleep alone. If I had to pick a companion to keep me safe when I’m sleeping, it’s either going to be Shadowheart, Wyll or Minthara. Shadowheart and Wyll would be comforting and reassuring, and Minthara would be vigilant and stern enough to both make me feel safe and convince me to go the fuck to sleep.

🕸️ however if I woke up in the middle of the night and freaked out, I’d be most likely to wake up Wyll. The whole time this and the above is happening, I would have Nere in a vice grip and would not be letting go.

🕸️ I would be some sort of magic user. But if push came to shove in battle, I’d take a leaf out of Astarion’s book and start biting people. There’s a time and a place for dignity, and whilst I consider myself an otherwise very dignified person, I’m not opposed to fighting dirty if it’s necessary.

🕸️ based on all this, I think I’d be some sort of neutral alignment. Probably true neutral.

#dnd ramblings #rambling #bg3 character #bg3 #bg3 self insert

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