#minthara x oc

[honey-tongued-devil]

Rough (silly version)

||You can find the less 'chiro' and more 'practical' version by clicking here.||

As usual, if the link doesn't work, it's because my profile is a bit unorthodox. Visit twitter/X and search for @honey_tongued_ there, where you can follow me for more content without "lore" and see previous works

Of course, it was removed even though nothing ...interesting was shown, but I've learned from my mistakes, so... um... an AU where Minthara is a chiropractor and my TAV has a back problem. Nothing more. All very innocent.

I know I only draw Astarion, but I'm truly head over heels for this woman, so I had to dedicate at least a quick drawing to her. The mini-Minthara that appears in the corner is part of a series of stickers that is about to be released, placed there as clumsy STICKERS TO COVER ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and a small spoiler for upcoming projects.

I'm here to spread the truth of lesbian Minthara and express my happiness that she can be recruited without having to, um, bid farewell to tieflings (because I love Halsin and I can't do a run without him, my beloved. He's there for emotional support).

[unreadpoppy]

Death and Resurrection (part 1)

Minthara x Galatea

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A/N: So this is going to be two short fics, about Galatea and Minthara reacting to the other's death and revivification.

Galatea wasn’t one to cry easily. In fact, during their whole journey so far, Minthara had not seen the tiefling shed a single tear out of sadness. 

Today’s events changed that. 

In combat, Minthara could handle herself. Her strength and battle strategy, alongside her healing powers made it quite difficult for enemies to down her. But this time, she was being bested. 

Her enemies were proving too strong for her. She could see the rest of her companions also struggling - everyone had been cornered by enemies, making it near impossible for one of them to come help her without taking a serious hit first. 

But Minthara Baenre would not go down without a fight. As if imbued by a god-like strength, the drow delivered hit after hit, killing three out of her four attackers. But just as she was close to ending the last one, he got the best of her. 

It happened quick - the enemy shoved Minthara away, and entangled her with a spell. As she tried to squirm away, she could only watch as her enemy marched closer, kicking her sword away from her hand, and raising his own above his head. 

“Straj.” Minthara cursed as the steel pierced her chest and the world went dark, hoping that the damned skeleton would soon bring her back. 

.

Galatea had not seen where Minthara, Karlach or Shadowheart had been during the battle. It was only after all their enemies had been dealt with that she found the others.

“Where is Minthara?” She asked the other two, who just shook their head. The place was badly lit, and too many bodies scattered the ground. The three looked at each other as they began to scavange around for their drow companion. With both Scratch and Shovel having been killed and sent back to camp during the battle, the task was even harder. 

Galatea worried. She kept thinking ‘Minthara is strong, she is probably hiding somewhere to regain her health. She is fine’ to try and ease her mind, but she still worried. Even if her lover was marvelous in combat, she was not immortal. 

Could Minthara have been downed? Or worse - 

‘No’ She thought, the moment that the idea of Minthara’s death crossed her mind. ‘Don’t think that.’ 

After a good ten minutes, she heard Karlach scream “Come! I found her and it’s not good.” 

Galatea ran faster than she ever did to where the other tiefling was kneeling, Shadowheart following close. There were vines wrapped around the drow’s body and her body was badly bruised. Nearby, a sword was coated in Minthara’s blood - a sword Karlach had quickly hidden so as to not panic Gal even further. 

“No, no, no, no, no” The sorcerer said, as she and Karlach broke the vines. She held Minthara’s face, wiping away some blood. “Please, wake up.” She begged, but as the seconds passed, the realization began to dawn on her. 

Minthara was dead. 

Now, a companion dying was not something new to Galatea. Astarion had died various times in their journey, and he was still kicking. 

However, this time, it felt different. It was as if all rational thought evaporated from Galatea’s head as she held Minthara close and cried. She cried as she had never before, as if part of her soul had been ripped from her body. 

And because of that overwhelming storm of emotions she was feeling, she had even forgotten that before the battle, Galatea told Shadowheart to prepare Revivify. 

The cleric looked to Karlach, speaking with her via the tadpole. ‘If you make her release Minthara, I can bring her back.’ 

She nodded and held Galatea’s bicep, trying to pry her away from the drow. “Hey, soldier, hey, look at me.” She said softly. “We’re going to bring her back, but you need to give her some space first.” 

The sorcerer looked between her companions before gently releasing Minthara, and holding onto Karlach’s bicep. She held her breath as Shadowheart began praying, a warm glow emanating from her hands. She touched Minthara and they all waited to see if she would wake up. 

.

The first thing Minthara felt as she came to was that there was something dripping on her, which was strange, since there was no water nearby. 

Opening her eyes, she quickly saw what it was: Galatea was hunched over her, crying with her eyes closed. 

That was the first time that Minthara had seen the tiefling crying. She reached out a hand, and placed it on her cheek. Before she could say anything, Galatea gasped and threw herself on her, hugging Minthara close. Karlach and Shadowheart, though glad that their companion was back, decided to give the two some privacy, and walked away for a bit, looting the corpses around them. 

The drow awkwardly moved the two to sit, so that she could better look at the tiefling, who continued crying. The sight made her feel strange: she was not used to Galatea crying, and hated seeing it, but it gave her a weird comfort to know it was because of how much she loved Minthara that had caused it. She didn’t remember anyone ever being this upset at the possibility of her death. 

Shaking her head, Minthara held Galatea’s biceps and then tucked a stray hair behind her ear and wiped her tears. “Enough of this, I’m here now.” She said softly. 

“You scared me.” Galatea sniffed. “For a moment, I thought I lost you.” 

Minthara smirked. “I wouldn't dare.” 

 “You better” She put a hand on Minthara’s cheek. “Because if you do this again, I’ll drag your soul back from the Fugue Plane myself.” 

The drow raised an eyebrow. “I did not expect you to go that far.” 

“For you? Always.” Galatea leaned forwards and rested her forehead on Minthara’s. 

[sweetheartmanor]

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.

[lunarreverb]

Durge Llahlan is looking a little worse for wear these days, but Minthara doesn't seem to mind :)

[artist-rat]

minTHYYYY + @artharakka's tav, Viivi <33

[moonbunecho]

Gale is still not used to have Minthara at camp yet lmao

Mizri and Minthara don’t lookalike at all but the similar hairstyle is a lil confusing for the others especially from the back

(First time having her in my team and i love her so much already)

[azperja]

Minthara and Lav

Commission for @/meanestlesbian on twt

[liliakier]

Inspired by a tweet that was inspired by a tumblr post that has been plaguing my mind since last night

I don’t even know minthara that well because I haven’t done a run with her but in my heart i think she would say this

[mynqzo]

she tastes like every dark thought I've ever had

[minthara x my tav]

[honey-tongued-devil]

Feed me your poison

Two Minthara pieces in one day??? Wow.

It's completely rough because it's just a quick sketch to capture the image I had in my mind. I don't think I'll finish it, but it was cute, so I wanted to share it anyway. Mean gfs doing hot girl shit.

[unreadpoppy]

Party Banter #4

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Part 3 here

Series summary: A bunch of short scenarios involving Minthara and Galatea, based on some of the party's in-game banter.

A/N: This is longer than I intended. Also, some Halstarion on the side.

Astarion and Minthara’s relationship had always been a turbulent one. The fact that the vampire used to bed Galatea only made matters worse, and each time the two interacted, there was a vague sense of hostility in the air. 

Galatea felt that Astarion was still upset that the drow came in between them, and that Minthara was jealous over her being shared with someone else. Regardless, the tiefling tried to keep things civil between the two, although as their journey progressed, that was looking even more difficult than defeating the elder brain. 

One such time was during their journey to Baldur’s Gate, after fighting Ketheric Thorm. Galatea and Minthara had just recently become an item, and the snide remarks coming from Astarion would not end. 

He had approached the drow silently, as she watched Galatea walking a few paces ahead. Astarion likened her to a guard dog, but kept the thought to himself. Instead, he said “So…what’s it like caring for someone other than yourself, Minthara”

She was aware of his previous history with their leader, and how…less than stellar things had ended between the two. Usually, when the elf tried to get on her nerves, Minthara would simply ignore his presence. This time, she gave in. 

“You have never tried it, I assume.” She said, not looking at him. 

He laughed, sarcastically. “Gods, no. It is a lot of work and last time I tried,” He looked directly at Galatea and then turned to Minthara “It did not end well for me.” 

“You say that but It takes less work than you devote to maintaining your foppish facade.” She began. Then, turning to him, she whispered. “It would not phase me if that was one of the reasons your past relations have not ended well.” Speaking loudly once again, she finished with “And, besides, it is far more rewarding.”

Astarion’s nostrils flared and he bitterly replied. “Well, at least I was a better man, for the brief period in which I was loved.” He looked Minthara up and down. “Can’t imagine anyone wanting to do that for you though, dear.” 

He began to laugh but was soon interrupted when a fist made contact with his nose. “What the hells!” He groaned, holding his nose, while Galatea looked at him angrily. 

“I cannot stand you and the constant snide remarks about us anymore.” She held the lapels of his shirt, shaking him as she said “If you talk about Minthara like this again, I swear by all gods-OW” She screamed as Astarion bit into her hand, freeing himself. 

“What’s going on here?” Karlach said, as she approached. The others too had come to see the commotion. 

The vampires wiped his mouth and said “Say, are you going to leave the drow too, when you grow tired of her as you did me?” 

“Son of a bitch!” Galatea ran and jumped on him, as the two began fighting each other like cats. Minthara looked at Karlach and nodded, each woman grabbing one of them, to separate the two. 

Minthara held Galatea, as she struggled to free herself from the drow’s grip. Astarion did the same. 

“Enough.” Minthara said. “We have an elder brain to fight and this is how you’ll spend your energy? I expect better from both of you.” 

With a huff, Astarion freed himself from Karlach’s grip, and marched off without a word. The others followed, leaving Minthara and Galatea by themselves. 

“You can let go now, you know.” The tiefling said and the drow relented. She clutched her wounded hand.

Minthara crossed her arms. “Care to explain yourself.” 

“I’m irritated.” Galatea sighed. “I heard the whole conversation. I know why he keeps throwing jabs at you and I both and I just-” she shook her head “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” 

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.” She said, sternly. “I can fight my own battles.” 

“I’m well aware, but I’m also not going to stand idly while someone speaks like that to you.” Galatea looked down. 

Minthara’s gaze softened, as she uncrossed her arms and took a step closer. She held the tiefling’s wounded hand, covering it in between her both. A glow of warm, blue-ish light spread from Minthara’s hands to Galatea, and soon, her wounds were closed. 

“You’re sweet. Sometimes, I believe it is a detriment to your person.” She brought the now healed hand to her mouth, and gently kissed the palm. “I do not want to keep curing you because you decided to defend my honor.” 

Galatea nodded. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” 

“Good.” 

Not far from where they were, Halsin worked on Astarion’s nose, while the vampire didn’t stop complaining for a single moment. 

“I just hate how they keep throwing those love sick puppy eyes at each other. It is irritating.” He said. “Gods, Minthara looks more like a guard dog than a lover with how possessive she is.” 

“And why does that bother you so much?” Halsin asked, wiping blood from Astarion’s forehead. “Weren’t you saying the other day that you didn’t care about them anymore?” 

The vampire huffed. “Not funny.” 

“I am asking sincerely.” 

He crossed his arms. “Well, it’s just…it’s annoying, don’t you think? Being surrounded by so much love.” Astarion said that last word as if it was something sour. 

“I, particularly, do not mind. However, I think you and Galatea were acting exactly like that before.” 

“Excuse me, it was completely different.” Halsin lifted one brow and Astarion turned his head. “You wouldn’t understand, and quite frankly, I am done with this conversation.” He began to move away, prompting Halsin to say one last thing. 

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to pry. But if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m all ears.” Astarion nodded and marched off. 

….

After that situation, things seemed to get slightly easier. Astarion began to spend more and more time around Halsin, which means that his constant yapping near Minthara had gone down. 

That didn’t mean that the provocations were fully gone. 

It was after a long day’s battle, everyone had settled in around a table in the Elfsong tavern, drinking and making casual conversation. As always, Galatea was sitting next to Minthara, as the drow complained about surface food. Astarion sat on the other side, circling his wine cup in hand, looking at the two of them. 

It was after the tiefling laughed at one of Minthara’s scowls that he stood up straighter and said “So…how does Lolth feel about romance?” The drow turned her attention to him, a murderous look on her face.

“I mean, I know things can get quite…brutal in the Underdark. Are you expected to bit your mate’s head off afterwards?” He finished his sentence with a smirk on his face, one the drow was too happy to get rid off. 

“Be grateful I no longer follow the Spider Queen’s teachings, daarthir.” She looked deep into his eyes. “If I did, you would be the first to fall into my web.” 

The elf’s jaw almost dropped to the floor, as his expression soured. “I can’t tell if you’re joking-” He turned to Halsin, asking nervously “She is joking, right?” 

The druid looked between the two of them, then to Galatea, and once again to Astarion before replying “Well, during my time in the Underdark, I never saw what you described happen, though the…metaphors of spiderwebs were constant.”

That seemed to distract Astarion, as he urged Halsin to talk more of his previous experiences. Meanwhile, Galatea turned to Minthara, brushing a strand of white hair from her face, and placing it behind the drow’s ear. 

“I am a bit jealous that I wouldn’t be the first to fall in your web.” She whispered in her ear. 

“There is no need for that.” Minthara turned towards her, a half smirk on her face. “If that were the case, you’d enjoy a much more privileged position.” 

Galatea raised a brow. “Oh? And where would that be?” 

Minthara didn’t reply, only moving out of the table and motioning for the tiefling to follow along. She quickly excused herself before holding the drow’s hands, the two moving upstairs to their room. 

But the two wouldn’t be the only ones sharing a night of passion, as after all had gone to sleep, Astarion and Halsin, having spent the rest of the time there sharing their thoughts of one another, would sneak off, only returning when daylight came. 

[passacalia-bg3]

when your man is just a big reptile

[ilikedetectives]

"No more gods or monsters, no devils or demons to manipulate our fate. We reclaimed our freedom, though everything was against us."

Minthara and Lily cmm by @azperja

[finzphoenix]

"I would have you by my side in Menzoberranzan."

Minthara and Kalius sharing an intimate moment above the lights of Menzoberranzan city, commissioned by @ilikedetectives!🖤🤍 Their inwoven braids representing the bond of marriage; symbolising memories, fate, and someone's personality/essence.

Kalius, OC © ilikedetectives

Minthara © Larian Studios

Art © FinzPhoenix

[lunarreverb]

Just liked this screenshot; two queens rocking their respective armors

[kmnoarts]

“You came”.