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[moonselune]

Hello! I know your requests are closed at the moment so please put this at the back of your que for next time if possible! I fell in love with the way you write for halsin and had to ask for a request with him and a short, anxious, red dragonborn tav (dragonborn with a tail plz). I just don't see enough of these anywhere with dragonborns and I think it'd be cute to see with Halsin since dragonborn aren't common. Perhaps tav is also worried that he won't want to date them because they're well. . . a dragonborn and most people don't have great reactions to the species. I think Halsin would be captivated with how light catches their scales, or the crown of horns on their head; perhaps even their eyes that resemble a flaming fire.

Idk I'm sorry if this is a lot or boring 😅 I just need more characters x dragonborn tav's, they don't get enough love.

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Halsin x Dragonborn!reader | Please ignore the tail

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The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the camp. You sat on a log near the fire, your ruby scales shimmering in the fading light. The camp was quiet, with the others off preparing for the evening meal or tending to their own tasks. Halsin approached you with his usual calm and serene demeanor.

You had always felt a certain anxiety around others due to your appearance. As a red Dragonborn, your fiery eyes, crown of horns, and imposing scales often elicited fear or discomfort from those around you. Your tail, a prominent and expressive part of your body, often betrayed your emotions, wagging when you were excited or anxious. Tonight, you felt particularly self-conscious, worried that even Halsin, with his deep connection to nature and acceptance of all creatures, might see you as too different.

"Mind if I join you?" Halsin's deep voice broke through your thoughts, and you looked up to see him smiling down at you.

"Of course not," you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "Please, sit."

Halsin settled down beside you, his presence comforting and reassuring. For a moment, you sat in silence, watching the fire dance and flicker. The druid seemed content to simply be in your company, a quality you admired about him.

"You know," Halsin began, his voice thoughtful, "I've always found Dragonborn to be fascinating. Your kind embodies the power and majesty of dragons, yet you possess a kindness and depth that is uniquely your own."

Your tail, despite your best efforts to keep it still, began to wag slightly. Embarrassment flushed through you, and you turned your gaze to the fire to avoid meeting Halsin's eyes.

"I've… never felt that way," you admitted quietly. "Most people seem to see me as intimidating or strange. It's hard not to feel self-conscious."

Halsin reached out and gently placed a hand on your arm, his touch warm and comforting. "I see something entirely different," he said softly. "The way the light catches your scales, it's like watching the sun reflect off a river. And your eyes… they remind me of the embers of a fire, filled with warmth and life."

His words were so sincere, so full of genuine admiration, that you couldn't help but look at him. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race, and your tail wagged more vigorously, betraying your emotions once again.

"I didn't think someone like you would see me that way," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Halsin's smile widened, and he chuckled softly. "Why wouldn't I? You are a remarkable being, full of strength and beauty. And that tail of yours," he added with a playful glint in his eye, "is quite endearing."

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment, but there was also a bubbling happiness inside you that you couldn't contain. "I… I didn't mean for it to wag so much," you mumbled, feeling flustered.

Halsin's laughter was warm and rich, and he gently cupped your cheek with his hand. "Don't be embarrassed. It's a part of who you are, and I find it charming."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you by the fire. Halsin's touch was gentle, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. You felt a deep sense of acceptance and belonging, something you had always longed for.

"Thank you, Halsin," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "You don't know how much that means to me."

He leaned in, his forehead gently touching yours, a gesture of closeness and affection. "You are more than you know," he murmured. "And I am honored to be here with you."

As the fire crackled and the night enveloped the camp, you sat together, feeling a newfound connection and understanding. Halsin's words and presence had dispelled your fears, leaving you with a sense of peace and joy you had never thought possible. And as your tail continued to wag, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that you were cherished just as you were.

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Hope you enjoyed it - Seluney xox

[gaysindistress]

Beginning to End

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest.

pairings: minthara x f!reader

Summary: Swearing to protect the Successor of the house that overtook her own is simply the beginning of their end to Minthara. “A means to an end” she keeps reminding herself, “from beginning to end, a necessary evil.”

Reading @moonselune By the Silk Ties that Bind Us gave me so much inspiration to write for Minthara but also for this specific story. I thought I would finish it and I haven’t yet but I am in my posting all WIPS era sooooo

Warnings: drow society, gore (vague description), violence

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: there’s a flashback and I put it in italics. Idk if I like that but there also needed to be a break to show it was a flashback. Let me know what you guys think

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There is a melancholy that has made its home in my heart. 

A desolation has filled the caverns of forgotten childish love and fond memories of lives past in my chest. I can’t remember when this oily feeling of timeless sadness and weak morals came to me. It’s almost as if it has always been there but has chosen to make its presence known when it sees fit. Perhaps it is the folly of Drow; to carry the weight of Lolth’s tainted love and forever seek refuge from it but to never succeed. Maybe it is the curse of nobility; to be in search of a power so grand that it rivals our Spider Queen but to fail when faced with the reality that there is nothing beyond Her. Maybe it is simply the lasting effects of childhood hope that have yet to die by the hand of adulthood. Then again it could be a foul mix of everything that sickens my heart and poisons my body.

Freezing stone presses into the skin of my forehead as I lean against my window frame. The cold stone and this sickness brews an interesting storm within my stomach. A younger me would be demanding bloodshed and the hearts of those who threaten me but I don’t have the liberties that I once had. Now I must take heed of my mother’s constant reminder to hold my tongue whilst I sharpen my blade and devise a plan. 

How ironic those words seem now. 

The ceremonial cape she’d specially designed for me does little to prevent the cold from setting into my skin. Made of the purest spider silk and thousands of small Lolth’s candle shards, it acts like a suit of armor more than anything. It’s a vibrant and intimidating display of our House’s strength, our fortitude that granted us the win over the former House Baenre. Beneath the cape is the usual attire of our house; a high necked dress made of dyed black spider silk and embroidered with thread made from compressed mushrooms. Its long sleeves hug my arms before falling into a bell shape from my elbow to my wrist. Slits on either side of my hips reveal fitted trousers of the same fabric and black mushroom leather boots. 

Aside from my own sighing and quiet murmuring, silence has occupied the room that has acted as my prison since my birth. My personal guard has remained wordless and stands statuesque at my door while only occasionally looking in my direction with disdain. Her looks of disgust were returned tenfold, prompting a battle of the side eye between us. I fear that if my mother were to see the obvious hatred written across my guard’s face, I’d expect her head to be staked outside my door as an example of what happens when one crosses the Matron or her Successor. However this isn’t a fate that I imagine my guard will ever face; as a former high ranking House member herself, she is far more calculated with her emotions than most and reserves her small displays for when we are alone. 

A curt knock at the door causes me to jolt and bump my head against the glass. The thud isn’t loud but with how painfully silent it had been, I know my guard heard it. She lets out a snort of amusement before opening the door a crack and speaking in whispers to whoever is waiting on the other side. A dull throb begins to form at my temple and I try to rub it out with my fingertips but with no success. All I manage to accomplish is to smear makeup on my hand and bring more attention to the sensitive area. 

Murmured conversations fill the room with nothing discernible floating towards me. 

“What did they want?” I ask her when she closes the door and retakes her place in front of it. I glance over to her when she doesn’t respond to find her red eyes staring at me, filled with annoyance and her oath sworn anger. I dare to ask the question again and receive a nose crinkle and loud sigh in turn. 

“If you’re going to ignore me, you might as well sit down and be completely inadequate at your job,” I snap at her. It doesn’t seem to even bother her but it makes me feel better to have made a dig at her. Rather than be upset by it, she does just that and sits in an all too casual position in my reading chair by the fireplace. She makes a show of getting comfortable by letting her head rest on the back of the chair, her hands folded on her stomach, and her legs outstretched before her. I imagine she’s even closed her eyes to really prove how ‘inadequate’ she can be. 

Shaking my head at her little display, I get up from my perch and make my way to my wardrobe, ridding myself of my ceremonial attire as I go. The cape is the first to fall with a surprisingly heavy thud as it knocks against the wardrobe’s doors. 

From the corner of my eye, I see Minthara lift her head to see what I’m doing but it promptly falls back again. Weaponless due to my mother’s own wishes for this evening, I must not lose a threat to Minthara or apparently anyone else in this city. I begin to take off my boots but one gives a particularly difficult time and I fall toward, barely catching myself in the wardrobe’s frame. The wood snags on the palm of hand and rips at the skin. Blood wells up and quickly begins to seep into the wood under it. 

“iblith,” I curse, my nose flaring as I try to remain calm. Like swarming toadstools, the closer I try to approach the task, my mind becomes more hostile and grows fat with toxic rage. When it inevitably bursts, my body becomes flooded with the noxious energy of indignation and craves retribution from those that caused it in the first place. 

“iblith,” falls from my mouth again when I pull my hand away and see several wood fragments embedded in the flesh. It’s a mess of bleeding fat, torn skin, and splinters. If i were to tend to it now, it would be clean and healed within a matter of minutes but something about the sight compels me not to.

This evening was meant to be the celebration of my debut as my mother’s successor. A bit trivial considering that wasn’t a secret to begin with but now that House Vandree sits atop House Baenre and she its matron, the celebration was to be what solidified her position. However much like most things in this gods forsaken city, there is always a thread of deceit and betrayal woven in its people’s actions. As I’d been announced and was being brought to my mother, an arrow pierced just above my mother’s head on her chair. With a roar of anger, she leapt up from her seat and ripped the arrow out. She passed it off to her personal guard before glowering down at the crowd. 

The world seems to be in servitude to my mother, Thana Vandree. She’s a creature that knows no limits or bounds with her power; everything bends to her will without hesitation. She’s able to wield any weapon with the ease of a skilled warrior, learn any spell with minimal effort, and disarm any being with a single look. Our goddess favors her and grants her whatever she desires, only adding to the idea that she is untouchable and dangerous. 

From my place beside her, I could see the magic ripple from her like heat waves and I could feel it wrapped around everyone in the room. I watched as she stalked everyone from her place and scanned the crowd for the offender. 

“Such an act of violence will not be tolerated in House Vandree. I demand whoever thought it smart to do such a foolish thing to step forward.” 

The room froze and no one dared to breathe but her. 

Her personal guard let out a sneer when someone attempted to escape. My mother simply raised one brow as her guard and others overtook the poor soul. She began to lecture the room about how violence towards herself or any of her house members would be met with severe consequences. Her sermon fell silent when her guard dragged a rather frail looking young drow male to her feet. 

She smiled wickedly at her guard, “I think a demonstration of such consequences are in order, don’t you?”

The frightened male began to sob profusely but it did nothing to quail the fires within my mother. 

“Please! Please don’t kill me, i…I’ll tell you…” he sobbed and sobbed while all those around us erupted into a burst of cheers and shouts. My mother’s slim hands hung at her sides as she slowly circled him and his tears grew tenfold. Two guards readied their blades for her but she held up a finger and gestured for them to back away. She drew a small dagger from her guard’s belt much to his dismay and tossed it to the crying male. 

“Please Netan-tallar, please I beg you!”

“Stand,” she said with a bone chilling timber to her already low voice. He did as he was told, scrambling to grab the dagger and get to his feet before she changed her mind. More voices erupted around the two as they circled each other and she smirked as she sniffed the air. We could all smell it; the fear and despair that leaked from the poor male. 

“Your daughter told me to do it.”

My mother’s eyes flickered to me. 

“My daughter? My successor asked you to do what?” She asked while holding eye contact with me. 

He rambled on and on about how I had been the one to order him to kill my mother. Most of his words were lost between the crying and sniffing but it was still clear that he was implying that I wanted her dead.

“Is this true, my child?” Her voice slithered through my ears and rooted itself into my mind like a wriggling tadpole. My answer fell from tightly pressed lips as I promptly told her no and that I had never seen this male before. She only gave me an affirming nod. I’m still not sure what made her believe me but it shocked me nonetheless that she accepted my answer so quickly and without question. 

Her attention turned back to the male as her  guard pushed him towards her and he attempted to strike. A flash of black and white hair blocked my view of what happened yet I still knew. 

We all knew that her justice would be simultaneously ugly and beautiful. 

Everyone was silent at first and waited with bated breath as a thud sounded through the now quiet room. I looked down to see the male’s head rolling towards me and looked back up to see my mother already staring at me, a smirk on her pale lips. We shared a brief look of understanding before she spoke, “my Successor is loyal to me and our house until the end. This is not an act orchestrated by her but someone else who dares to frame her. This pathetic male is still the mouthpiece of a greater plot and thus his death will not satisfy me. Let it be known that I will not hesitate to slaughter every last person who is found to know about this plot.“ she beckoned me to stand beside her, “let it be known that my successor will be our champion in sniffing out this plot and bringing its creators to their knees.”

At the moment it seemed like a well placed sentiment but now I’m realizing that it was a set up. My mother had asked me to be weaponless, something that no drow never does. The arrow was shot at a perfect moment and landed inches above her head. The male spilled enough information to cast suspicion while still being vague. It was all a ruse.

“Penore-rin?”

There’s a warm wet feeling against my chest where my hand is cradled and its coppery stench fills my nose. My eyes burn and fill with tears as I blink back to reality. through the tears, I make out Minthara’s crouched form before me.

She says my title again, “Penore-rin?”

Pulling my hand away, I glance at it and then at her. An uneasy feeling of fatigue has begun to creep up on me. Every muscle in my body is contorted yet relaxed while my blood grows too thick to pass through my veins. My head feels like it’s full of spiders; every thought skittering away and spinning webs of confusion. I try to speak but the words get stuck behind a lump of terror and realization. 

“Y/n.” She says sternly, dropping the formality of my title altogether. My eyes flutter closed as my hand drops to my lap. I hear her mumble something under her breath before she takes ahold of my hand and a gentle healing glow fills the space between us. The pain in my hand has vanished but something vile is still coursing through my veins. The relief allows me to whisper out one last thing before I fall victim to this villain inside of me. 

“Thana's going to kill me.”

[trappedinafantasy37]

do you have any bg3 fanfic that you recommend? i read and enjoy yours so I trust your judgment!

I do have some pretty good fic recs! Unfortunately my list is rather short given that reading (and writing even) is a painful experience for me as my brain likes to play tricks with the letters and draw weird shapes with them.

The first one that I would recommend for anyone to read is By the Silk that Binds Us by @moonselune. It is an arranged marriage AU between Matron Mother Minthara and a feminine reader. It is also a little bit of an enemies to lovers fic as Minthara did destroy your house (House Liakyre) and now you gotta marry her! It also contains my favorite flavor of Minthara in which she is an unforgiving power hungry asshole. Every time a chapter gets posted, I am sat and I gobble it up. And, honestly, I recommend anything that they write as they have a whole lot of drabbles with the various characters in the game and in a wide variety of scenarios.

The second one that I recommend is Honeywebbing by @mimetoist. It is a post-canon Minthara x Halsin fic and is written from Minthara's POV. In it, Minthara washes ashore severely injured, without her memory, and a broken oath and she is nursed back to health by Halsin. It also has one of my favorite tropes of "unfortunate circumstances led me to adopting a stray child" as Minthara bonds with some of the kids under Halsin's protection. I also have to give the writer a special shoutout as some of her spicier stuff has inspired some of my own spicy content.

The last one I recommend is Hell Is Empty over on AO3. It is a modern AU fic between a CEO Minthara who has recently gotten divorced from Shadowheart because Minthara did some really stupid things. Unable to cope with the divorce, Shadowheart actually wipes her mind of Minthara and anything related to her, but fate brings the two of them back together anyway. It's a bit of a redemption story for Minthara and shows her softer and more vulnerable sides.

Sorry it took me so long to post this one. AO3 had an outage and I was waiting for it to come back up so I can grab the links.

[longjohnsilverfish]

This Looks So Bad!

❤️A Karlach/Astarion Story❤️

[NSFW/18+] My first fic! Hope you enjoy!

A/N: I suggest the ship name be “Bloodfire”. Also everyone is in the character origin clothes.

For @moonselune. You did my dumb asks, so I thought I write you a fic for thanks.

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As the fireflies danced in the air, Karlach felt her infernal heart leap with quiet joy as she watched her friends converse amongst themselves. The night air cool against her mahogany red skin, tickling her ears as it brushed wisps of hair from their place.

All had quite changed in the few months she and her beau had been gutting and massacring the imps and cambions of Zariel’s forces.

So, so much.

Gale was a teacher. Minthara was regaining her power in the Underdark. Lae’zel and Shadowheart, married of all things—with a child, no less! Minsc and Jaheira were off on their on, having many stories to be shared. Halsin had returned to freed Shadowlands, and all was regrowing and reliving. Wyll—well, Grand Duke Ravenguard—was making Baldur’s gate better than ever.

And all that was left, was Astarion and—

“Oh, Karlach darling~.”

The red tiefling popped her head upwards from her thoughts. Sitting in the large golden, red cushions allowing the large woman to just rest, her fiery amber eyes stared around the party for the voice of her vampiric lover.

At least she thinks she did.

Am I losing it already? I could’ve sworn I heard him.

And just as the muscular tiefling thought as much, two cold dainty hands covered her eyes from behind. Even as gentle as they were, the palms were calloused from grim and dark warring, and the smell of charcoal and soot once more invaded Karlach’s senses—a driving memory of what tomorrow would bring, away from their moment of heaven.

“Oh! There you are.”, Karlach said with a grin, slowly taking her hands upwards to cup both pale, slim hands in her own red ones—cold and warmth purring together as they melted into a warm embrace together, fingers knitted and palms pressed.

Karlach stared upwards, as two eyes as red as her skin stared back.

“I’ll always be here, my love.”, Astarion purred.

It was a rough six months—so much action, blood, sleepless nights. It was Avernus, but it seemed that it was tenfold that last few days. It was a good thing Withers got them when he did.

Perhaps now, they could rest their backs and ease their muscles without any fear. “I was thinking…”, Astarion said suddenly. Karlach jumped back to the present, seeing the vampire look away slightly, biting his lower lip with a single fang just lightly, their intertwined right hand coming to rest upon his cheek.

“Ooh, scary.” The woman teased, earning her a nip at her wrist as Astarion locked his gaze with her. A tiny bulb of red grew from her wrist, a small sting growing.

“Hush, you.” He chided, kissing the blood away.

“Were you hungry?” She asked cocking her head to the side. “I’m sure we could find something for you.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure.” He dismissed, looking off without care. “But.”

“But?” Karlach furrowed her brow.

Astarion looked down, a twinkling amusement in his eyes.

”Well, we have an entire night to ourselves.” He began, kissing her wrist once more, his hand now holding the back of her own with a gentle touch, sharp nails grazing her skin in a babe-like touch. “No imps to carve, no devils to gut—just you, and me.” He grinned, baring his fangs. “And with that heart of yours now stable, I think it’s time I taste that forbidden red, hm?”

Karlach’s eyes widened, her body shifting in the large chair—that seemed to grow warmer each second.

And as each second passed, the red tiefling’s smile grew larger, her cheeks growing hotter. Her grip in his left hand tightened just slightly.

Karlach felt Astarion’s hand tighten around hers.

”I won’t hold back.” She said softly, her eyes not hiding her raging love.

“I would hope not, being that we’ve been through the Hells together this long.” The white-haired man bent downwards—nose touch nose.

“And I hoped the “Fury of Avernus” wouldn’t just want to talk and fall asleep after months of…pent-up anger, yes?”

…Well, when are we going to have another time?

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“Now, get comfortable, darling.” Astarion ordered with tone of playful haughtiness. “This is our first time, after all.”

“I can take a bite, ‘Starion.” Karlach assured, snuggling into the grass.

As her arms cuddled within the soft blades of green, the strong tiefling felt a wave of calm wash over her—a growing fire in her core melting into a hot pool of molten magma. Her clothes rustled against her rough skin, hair tickling her nape as the soft breeze ushered her into its embrace.

This is the spot he first asked me, yeah? Karlach had glances around her surroundings. The trees stood tall and quiet, the leaves swaying in unison, the moon shining down upon the both of them. This looked like the spot, if not very similar.

How different it was, months ago. And yet Selûne’s bright beauty still looked so gracious on him.

Gods, he glows. How could anyone look so heavenly?

The sound a shirt plopping to the ground made Karlach stare to the small purple pile. A blush came to her face, as the tiefling was now lying down upon the grass with her vampiric lover standing above her—shining like diamonds, well cut and beautiful.

“Hm. Now let’s see…” Astarion spoke softly, looking down with his hand on his chin. A moment passed before the elf snapped his fingers in eureka.

“Oh yes!”

With a cough, Karlach watched as Astarion did a twirl. As he body faced her once more, he outstretched an hand to the beautiful tiefling woman, his eyes half-lidded and voice dropping an octave into a seductive, hungry voice.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting.”

Karlach smiled as the imposing man slowly approached her, his eyes growing more rabid and fangs glowing in the moonlight as he walked forward.

“Waiting since the moment…”

Karlach’s heart raced faster as the vampire crouch to her, slowly climbing over her body as he continued his monologue. Her teeth bit her lower lip as he approached.

“…I set eyes on you.”

As the elf now was eye to eye with her, their breaths intermingled just as their bodies, a soft cold hand came upwards to capture her cheek. Karlach’s raging fire shined through her eyes like a light in the darkness—a hope, a life, and love that would endure for ages.

“Waiting to have you.”

Waiting no more, both man and woman surged for a kiss. A flavor, a feeling, a fluttering sense of heat that Karlach would always want for as long as she’s lived.

Slow and passionate, tongues and teeth lashing and dancing, huffs of pleasure leaving their maws in wanton lust was making Karlach more burned than her own heart ever did. Her strong arms slowly wrapped around Astarion’s back, pulling him deeper into her hold. Just as the red woman found her paving, Astarion pulled away in a pant—a long line of saliva connecting their lips. Both Karlach and Astarion panted in heat and exhaustion, their fires of want more brighter than ever.

“As much…as I like to kiss you,” Astarion heaved, his brow slightly moist. “I haven’t ate.”

“Then eat, fancy boy.”

Astarion grinned and bent down to Karlach’s exposed neck, turning her head to the left with a touch of his fingers.

“I shall, fire girl.”

A sting. A burn. A seeping calm that flowed through her body.

Karlach gripped Astarion’s back, sighing in a high-pitched wave of unfamiliarity.

Unfamiliar, yet welcome.

Gulp after gulp, Karlach felt her body heave and still. Her heart no longer raced in anticipation, but instead was calm beating that no longer worried.

No Zariel. No blueprints. No Hells.

Just her and Astarion, and her forbidden red he could finally taste.

Her eyes began to drift—first to her lover, who dutifully drank his fill, hand caressing her face in praise. From his white curls of snowy mountain peaks, did Karlach’s slight fleeting perception take note of her lover’s position upon her.

More accurately, how…odd it looked.

Several months of anxiety-filled fights and non-stop running from hordes of imps had left Karlach and Astarion shockingly no time to sleep together.

And it seemed, Astarion had forgotten—or didn’t care, most likely—to position himself normally.

Normally, Astarion would intertwine his leg with Karlach’s, and his body would be stretched out as far as he could over her muscled body.

At least, that’s what Karlach think he’d do. They hadn’t exactly ever tried. When would you find time in the Hells, exactly?

Whatever the matter, case, or whatnot—it was supposed to be hot.

Astarion—hunched over the tall, giant woman like a tiny goblin hoarding gold greedily, body hiked upwards to her chest with his knees on both sides of her chest, and overall looking extremely smaller than her, was not hot. His entire body was rocking in an air hump on her breasts, and his demean had the same energy as a little quasit in heat.

And as he suckled her neck desperately, the whole scene dawned on Karlach in a sense of hilarity. And as she slowly realized this, the large tiefling woman began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Ha-haha. Hahahaha—!”

“Hm? Karlackk?”

“—ahahahahaha! Haha! Hahaha—!”

“Kar—gah—Karlach?”

“—HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!”

Karlach felt her entire body quake with a feverous joy. The image in her head was quite a sight. So much so, the woman shut her eyes and continued her plaguing laughter until she felt two hands hold her shoulders and rock her slightly. Even still, the woman kept her laughter loud and proud.

“Darling? What is the matter?” Astarion looked down, his brow furrowed and his eyes amused, blood slightly smudged on his lower lip.

“Y-you! You!”, cried Karlach, squeezing her eyes shut to not look at Astarion and cease her voice—to no avail.

“Me?”

“Yes!”

“What did I do?”

“This looks so bad!”

“W-what?”, laughed Astarion incredulously. “How?”

“You’re hunched like a damn chihuahua trying to mate a Great Dane!”

A second wind came, and this all but empowered Karlach’s lungs as she heaved and gagged on her own breath. A sudden shift in weight made the strong woman turn onto her back, all while her arms—no grabbing nothing—held herself as she threw a giggling fit.

“I-I’m sorry! But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it! You looked so weird!”

Just as Karlach began to cease her laughter, drying her tears with the back of her hands, head turned to see her lover. As she calmed, Karlach’s watery eyes caught the sight of Astarion—slowly removing the rest of his own outfit.

And as the echo of Karlach’s laughter ended, did Astarion’s start to be heard.

“A chihuahua mating a Dane, hm? That is quite ridiculous.” A mischievous tone was in his voice, and the sound of a belt being rattled and moved made what magma was pooling in Karlach’s core now erupt like volcano.

Now seeing more clearly, Karlach saw Astarion walking towards her—belt in both hands wrapped tightly. He was no gloriously naked—slim, hairless body that held his curved manhood like a trophy on display for all of nature to marvel at.

With no time to react, the elf crouched behind the tiefling woman and tied the belt firmly around her wrists together in a bind. It felt powerful against the tiefling, and albeit very weak—yet Karlach knew she didn’t want to break free.

“Well, you know what they say…”

The clap of Astarion’s palms on Karlach’s leather pants made her shiver, his sharp nails digging under the elastic of her trousers and undergarments.

“Every mountain top is within reach, if you just keep climbing.”

Swiftly, the lusting elf pulled both off and to her creased knees—just revealing her absolutely soaked cunt to the air. Karlach looked over her shoulder the beat she could—ass and tail in the air, almost seeing the slight mist from her hot core against the cool air.

“Ha-ha. Ha. Cold. Co-O-old-ah!”

A single digit dragged its base upwards and downward the puffy slit of Karlach. Teasing, playing, like a child does a new toy. Slowly down, starting tight at the large clit that pulsed throbbed. The path of thick pink lips and shiny hot flesh was surrounded by soft dark curls that were soaked in sweet fragrant lust that condensed into leaking excitement—all pouring from a soft, small hole that begged to be touched inside and out as Astarion’s finger continued its journey.

“O-oh! Oh, Star! Ah-Astar—!”

A loud, cold smack came to Karlach’s ass, quick and short lived to think about as the hand dragged across the roundness of Karlach’s buttox—making its way to the base of her wagging tail. The tiefling groaned in happiness of the sensations—from not being able to even hug, to now having her womanhood teased and tail touched? “Ngh. Ngh. Ngh.”, huffed Karlach as Astarion drafted his hand down her cunt, just as his second hand gripped her tail and slowly stroked it up and down—the ridges and bumps making the sexual stimulation all the more craving. “You like it, darling?”, Astarion cooed gently.

“Yes…”, Karlach whimpered in glee.

“Yeah?”

“M-mhm.”

A hard smack came down upon Karlach’s stimulated cunt, like a farmer would do to his hefer’s rear. The tiefling howled in pleasure, squeezing her legs together and pushing her ass upwards. Her claws dug into the grass, holding for some kind of stable ground to keep her from climaxing right then and there. The woman’s tail flailed wildly, before being gripped in place in silence.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Now now, what would the others think if they heard us?”, the elf tutted, smoothing his palm over the reddening clit, smearing Karlach’s lubricant all over her now engorged clit.

”Fuck me.”

“Fuck you? You’re much too big. What was the analogy? A chihuahua mating A Gr—?”

Karlach took a breath and heaved herself backwards, now falling on top of Astarion’s naked body—cock riding upon her back. With slight resistance, and a lot of maneuvering, Karlach scooted upwards and now hand her lover’s erected manhood right against her cunt.

This is it! We’re going, to do it! “Ready, baby?”, Karlach turned her head, smirking with lusting eyes to the elf beneath her, his arms the only way he could communicate his answer. A thumbs up was raised, and Karlach laughed.

“Can you breath?”, she snorted.

Thumbs up. “You lying?”

Thumbs up.

“Okay, okay.”

Karlach hoisted herself up upon her knees, freeing Astarion’s upper half. Meanwhile, Karlach had her womanhood raised above the throbbing tip of the vampiric elf. The red tiefling woman looked back to her lover and smiled.

“Gods I wanna ride you ‘till you see stars.”

“No more chatter. You’ve waited long enough.”

Yeah, I have…

And in a moment, Karlach slowly pushed her hips down—taking all of Astarion inside her. It was hurting, at first. While Karlach wasn’t a virgin, it had been a very long time since she had been with another. Now, she was taking Astarion whole. With each inch she descended, more of the girth filled her walls. With each second, the throbbing tip pulsed inside her walls, pushing them apart after years of no use. It was like Karlach’s belly was filling up like a water balloon—too much, sloshing around, and heavy in the palm.

The palm, in this case, being her core.

“Ooh! Oh, Astarion!”

“Gods! Karlach, yes.” Astarion purred from behind, his hands smoothing up her back, his tight stroking up her tail—each ridge being dragged and traced by his long nail.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Keep at it.”

Karlach nodded, slowly moving her hips in a slow fashion, moaning with each new curve and crease. “Mngh.”

“Too much?”, he teased.

“No. Just right.”

“You’re just right.” Astarion jeered playfully as he attempted a thrust, to no avail because of the sheer weight of Karlach.

“Oh Gods. You’re huge.”, Karlach groaned out, feeling each inch slide deeper within her as she pushed her ass back to collect more of her lover within her womanhood.

“Heh. You don’t need to perform.”, Astarion cooed gently, stroking the woman’s tail in encouragement. “Just relax.”

“I-I’m not. It’s been so long I-I!” *Karlach heaved and cried out, falling over to the grass in an earthquaking orgasm. Her whole body shook in pleasure. Her cunt clamped down upon Astarion, and her juices gushed out upon his cock and stomach—a puddle of heat all around them in a circle.

Karlach froze, her body recovering from itself surprising orgasm. It had left her unexpectedly, from left field.

“Oh Gods…” Astarion huffed, patting her ass. “You were incred…Karlach?”

Karlach looked back, wiping her eyes quickly. “Yeah, ‘Star?”

“Karlach, what’s wrong, darling?”

And Karlach came crashing down, sobbing in her hands. Hiding her face, the tiefling woman let out small choked cries of embarrassment, of shame, and of realization.

They had run out of time. Tomorrow, would be another battle. Another gutting. Another massacre. Another day, where her heart was stable, but still broken just as day it was made.

“I-I can’t. I don’t w-wanna…”, sobbed Karlach pitifully. “Astarion..”

The strained movements beneath Karlach made her realize they were still connected. With a swift move, Karlach moved herself off of Astarion, and the naked man crawled over to sit upon his knees, taking holding her hands in comfort.

“Shh. It’s alright, my love. Let it out.”, he soothed, taking a finger to wipe away a large tear.

Karlach sobbed with a soft smile, nuzzling into Astarion’s white hair—soft, curly, and smelling of soot and charcoal.

“You didn’t finish.”, she said, muffled by the puffy curls.

“That doesn’t matter. This was about you.”

“But we’ll never have—.”

Astarion placed a hand at Karlach’s mouth, staring deeply into her eyes with an emotion of unknown origin. And yet, it was welcomed.

“Somewhere. Someday. And as long as I live, I’ll wait.”

Karlach gave a weak smile and pushed the hand away, kissing Astarion with gentle lips. Soon, it was like before—a passionate kiss, that ended with Karlach on top, and Astarion on the bottom.

And just as they pulled away, Karlach looked down and began to laugh.

“This looks really bad.”, she laughed.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe someday, we’ll have our moment. I’ll ride him, he’ll ride me. That works, right? Yeah, yeah. Just be patient.

Yeah, I can be patient.

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDXXDD

[m-for-musings]

I got tagged by @mikuchan

rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favourite.

Non-pressure tag in @alicelufenia, @moonselune, @lanafofana, @turian and @jellymellydraws

[gaysindistress]

I didn’t think this was going to match me so well but it did???

Thank you for the tag @nickfowlerrr 💕

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search each topic and post the first that comes up for each one:

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thank you for the tag, @whatever-lmaoo! 🖤

just a few no pressure tags: @jen-with-a-pen @perdidosbucky-yyo @sashaisready @raredemox @buckets-and-trees @thornsnvultures @elvenrin @mercurial-chuckles @elixirfromthestars @nicestgirlonline @witchywithwhiskey @gaysindistress @veltana and anyone who wants to!

[moonselune]

Guess who made an Ao3 Account :)

Now you can guys can read it on Ao3 if you so desire xox

By The Silk That Binds Us (25784 words) by moonselune Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Bg3 - Fandom, baldur's gate 3 - Fandom

Thank you again for all your love on this series x

-Seluney xox

[moonselune]

Seeing moonselune return to the reader x minthara tag be like

I put this on a heading of a minthara fic but

🎶I save the tag by giving it cpr 🎶

On another note this is so sweet omg !! It came into my inbox blurred and I was like oh gods what am I gonna see but this was such a cute surprise ! 💕

[wineredsea]

it was by the silk that binds us by @moonselune

apologies to my university because i uploaded a review of a minthara smut fanfiction for the book club

[wineredsea]

thank you so much for the tag🫶 this is so sweet!! my result is lovely I‘d either thrive on that or suffer from mischaracterization lmao😭 it‘s super cute though!💕

no pressure tags: @xxcloudfanxx @arach-tinilith @myonlybae-joohyun @certifieddragonenjoyer @banished-away @moonselune @scorndotexe and anyone who would like to do this!💛

I was tagged by @busy-baker and @ladyduellist for this 👀

UQuiz | Picrew

"the weird one" welp that sums it up xD

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[nerdieforpedro]

This is adorable! 🥰 I could see Karlach calling Tav “a little fuzzy soldier” while she cuddles them.

“JAHEIRA SAID IT’S MY TURN YOU DEVIL!”

There's some shitty bg3 art enjoy ❤️

The inspiration

[m-for-musings]

"The occasional mass execution does wonders for discipline." Reminded me from the scene in chapter 2 of By The Silk that Binds Us from @moonselune where Minthara gets her assassins executed for failure. Such a masterpiece of fanfiction.

Getting Minthara to talk about mass executing goblins.

In reference to this post at the request of @tim1234

Sorry for the video being a bit long as I wanted to display the entire dialogue tree. You can also select the Deception check option when she asks you what you know about the druid, but all other options must remain the same. Those are the only two dialogue trees that I discovered will trigger Minthara talking about executing goblins, but there could be more.