#my tav is a dick and i'm sorry

[rim-draws]

Faerûnian Writing Challenge

Day 2 | SFW

Waking up on Ravaged Beach

It hurts.

Not Tav’s body, of course. Some mysterious forces had made sure of that. Creepy.

But their head bangs on and on painfully. There is a certain squirming sensation, sound even, that squishes every once in a while then they move their head. It’s exhausting to hear.

Dusting themself off, the scenery truly a strange sight. Tav is sure they’ve never seen nor been in this area before. This ship, nautiloid? has flown them far from home. Not ideal.

Now slug free but tadpole full, truly a bad trade off. Tav is certainly not looking forward to being exploded into a tentacle monster any time soon, seeing as a click if a button could morph them into one. Which might even happen very soon according to Lae’zel. Even less ideal.

Where even is Lae’zel, anyhow? She seemed to be the only one who knew what was going on. Now they're just stuck with a tadpole and fending for who knows how long until they’ll become just another mindless freak. Extremely not ideal.

Tav was young. And as a half elf, they’re young young and not ‘100 years is my youth’ type of young. They still have much to live for, much to experience, much to do. Not that they would do anything useful to the world during those years but they’d like to have them or go out on their own terms.

Horrifying thought: would they still be conscious while under the tadpole’s control? Probably, right? Suddenly, their species being 100+ years old lifespans feel exceedingly long rather than short. Extremely, absolutely 1000% not ideal.

They shook their head. The longer they stand here thinking about this, the more this will just eat them alive before the tadpole can do it.

Tav could see Shadowheart a few steps ahead. She was equally as clueless as they were on the ship, maybe it’s a better option to just leave. But from her armour she seems to be a warrior of sorts, definitely belonging to some type of group or tribe. Having connection with someone who have them isn’t a bad idea…

The little odd thing she was so cryptically hiding behind her since the nautiloid sprawled out beside her body.

Tav blinked.

They could take it. It’d be so easy. They could steal it before she even had a moment to move, could even kill her for it. What weight would it shift in the grand scheme of things? Whose blood wouldn’t they dare shed for the guarantee of their own safety?

But on the other hand, she’s more useful than the object. She could heal, for one, and could hold herself quite well in battle even if it’s not always a guarantee. And if anything, she’s also a half elf. Tav’s mother didn’t stay around him long when they were younger, but she did say to look after ones of your own.

They contemplated a bit more before nudging her with their feet.

No dice.

They kick some sand into her face.

She coughs.

Ah, progress. At least she isn't dead.

“How are we alive? Where even are we?:

“I thought you’d know.” They watched the way she quickly pocketed the strange thing. With a vague copy of what a smile looks like, Tav pushes forward. Everyone is entitled to their secrets, what’s the rush anyway.

Things are only just heating up.

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Caught ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖°. Summary: You get caught riding the hellrider.

✧˖°. Content: NSFW - Creampie - Penis In Vag - Breeding - Giving Zevlor All The Love - Begging - Masturbation - Big Dick Zevy

✧˖°. Ship: Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

Notes: I’ve had this idea for a while now that Aradin goes to confess his feelings to you only to find you straddling the hellspawn he loathes. Please enjoy xoxo

As you returned from the goblin camp a gentle breeze of the evening brushed through the grove, stirring the leaves as you stepped through the groves gate. Your return from the goblin camp was nothing short of a miracle, considering the dangers that lurked beyond the grove, so of course you came back with some injuries. It was inevitable considering there were so many beasts…

Your return from the goblin camp had been met with relief and concern from the tieflings whom you aided. Zevlor, of course, had been among them. His features taut with guilt… It was he who had spoken so passionately of the need to clear the path to Baldur's Gate. It was he who had asked for help. The weight of his words are what made you jump into action, and now, the consequence of that decision marked your skin… His eyes never once leaving the bandages wrapped amongst your arm…

The evening soon began to buzz with low conversations and the evening songs of the cicadas. You scanned the grove for the commander you had grown fond of, eager to tell him of the battles you faced and how you were thankful to be able to return to him- erm to the grove… But Zevlor was nowhere to be found.

“Looking for Zevlor?” Tilly asked with a smile, but it soon faded into a frown,“He was looking for you, but he... he just left shortly after you returned. He seemed upset. Went out that way,” she said, pointing towards the woods that skirted the grove.

You looked back to her, then to the woods, then to her again, a look of confusion crossing your features, “Why would he-? Thank you Tilly, I appreciate you telling me where he went.”

Tilly smiled yet again, “I hope everything's alright. He's been so stressed out lately, he could use the company. Just... go easy on him, okay?” she gave a subtle wink before turning away to return to the others.

A blush spread across your cheeks, “I-i will.” Is all you could muster up as you left towards where she pointed.

It didn't take you long to find him, though you were sure he was purposely making it harder for anyone to find him. You could see the guilt in his face as he sat on a fallen tree trunk, his gaze set on the sunset.

“Zevlor? Why are you out here all alone?” Your voice was so soft, filled with concern as you approached the commander.

Zevlor's head sunk, his eyes never meeting yours, “I'm terribly sorry, Tav,” he began, his voice thick with regret, “What happened to you today... I can't help but feel responsible. If I was stronger, if I wasn't so afraid to leave my people unprotected...”

You stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. Reaching out, your fingers gently tilting his chin so he had to look at you. “It's okay,”your eyes never leaving his, a small smile appearing on your lips, “You shouldn’t worry. I wanted to do this for your people… I wanted to do it for you.” Your thumb grazed along his bottom lip, his skin was warm beneath your fingertips, your other hand gently stroking the side of his face, your voice low and breathy, “I'd do anything for you... Zevlor”

You looked like a true goddess, the light of the setting sun illuminated your features, the breeze causing a few strands of your hair to come undone from the rest. Your hand was so soft against his cheek. Your lips were glossed, and those eyes of yours, by the gods they were so genuine and filled with a passion he hadn’t seen in a long time. He was drawn in, leaning into your touch, his lips parted as he spoke, “Tav... I- you-“

Cupping his face, “it’s okay,” you whispered softly before your lips met his.

…

Aradin had heard about your successful return, how you had managed to fight your way through the goblin camp. His heart swelled with relief and something else, something deeper that had been fermenting in the shadow of his thoughts for quite some time now since meeting you.

The adventurer sought you out, his eyes scanning the familiar hellspawn faces of the grove… Bloody horns were the reason you had returned with an injury. Their hell leader being the one that tricked you to do his dirty work for him…Aradin’s jaw tensed at the thought. He had heard about how Zevlor had sent you out on your own. He had heard how the commander had not even the slightest intention of joining you, and Aradin's blood boiled. Him and the other tieflings didn’t belong here, they were better off chained up and sent back to the hells of which they came.

“Bloody hellspawns, they shouldn't even be here, they're nothin but trouble.” He muttered under his breath as his eyes scanned the grove once more, searching for you.

Nothing. You were nowhere to be found.

His anger was growing, his patience dwindling, when suddenly he realized that perhaps you left the grove again. The thought of you out there, in the danger of the forest alone, “hells…” he cursed before storming towards the woods.

Aradin didn’t have to venture too far outside the grove before he heard a scream, your scream to be exact. His feet moved quickly as his heart pounded, fearing the worst. His heart sank as he approached the source of the scream, he just now remembered that the damn hellspawn named Zevlor wasn’t in the grove either. Images of your bloody body on the ground next to the tielfing flooded his thoughts and in seconds he had his blade ready.

Rage fueled his movements, when suddenly, his eyes fell on you. There you were, in the arms of the one he loathed the most, Zevlor. The coward who didn't deserve someone like you.

You were straddling him, his ridged cock halfway buried inside you, your body glistening with sweat.

“Z~Zevlor~!” Your moans were soft, your back arched as you bounced on his cock, your fingers buried in the tieflings tussled hair, “fu-please! I- You~ s’big~”

The hellrider groaned, his claws digging into the plump flesh of your ass as he helped you ride his cock. Your name falling from his lips, “Tav-“ his hips snapping to meet yours, causing his thick length to bottom out.

“S’big~ s-so meaty~” you whimper, your pussy fluttering around his shaft, your body shivering in his grasp. The sight of the two of you like this had Aradin’s cock painfully hard. He could see everything, your slick arousal dripping down Zevlor's veiny cock, how your sloppy cunt gripped the hellrider’s cock as you lifted your hips… And oh how you looked so fucked out as your hair clung to your face.

“H-hells…,” Zevlor moans, his chest rising and falling as he watches you pleasure yourself on his cock.

“Zev~ please~” You beg, your nails digging into his shoulder, your body aching for release, “I-I wanna cum!” Tearspricked the corners of your eyes as you cried out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix so good, “W-wan’ you~ cum n’side till’ preg-nant” you gasp, your thighs trembling.

Aradin couldn't help but stare at the way your juices squirted from your pussy, watching the way the slick pooled and clung to the tieflings sack. Fuck, he had never seen such a slutty cunt, nor had he ever imagined a woman, let alone you would crave the seed of a hellspawn.

He was torn.

Torn between the need to tear you off Zevlor and have his way with you, and the need to just fuck himself senseless at the sight of your debauchery.

“Fuck!” He growled, his hand palming his hardened length through his trousers, the need to pleasure himself becoming a priority.

Zevlor's breathing became heavier, “D-don’t say such thing- m-my dear-“ he lifted you up, your back hitting the forest floor softly. A small whimper leaving your lips as his cock left your cunt, his hands moving to the back of your knees, spreading you wide, before pressing his tip to your quivering hole, “an old soul such as me- would only dream of such a thing. T-this- I don't- deserve-“

Your hand reached up, cupping his face, a smile pulling at your swollen lips, “Y-you deserve it, d-deserve everything~” your leg slid up the side of his hip, hooking over his waist, the back of your ankle resting against his ass, your hand gripping one of his horns, pulling him down so that his lips were hovering over yours, “make me yours~” your voice was like silk, your eyes half lidded, a look of pure lust consuming you.

A groan rumbled in the back of his throat, “I can only pray you never grow tired of this worn tiefling,” his tongue snaking out to lick at his fangs, his body trembling. With a tender smile, his cock was pressing into you once more, his hips snapping, the entirety of his girth filling your pussy in a single thrust, a loud gasp leaving you.

“N-never~!”

Aradin bit his bottom lip, his cock aching in his hand, the sight before him had him panting, his eyes fixated on your face.

You threw your head back, mouth hanging open as Zevlor stretched you, his size was impressive. Despite riding him for what felt like hours your cunt still wasn’t adjusted to him. Your legs quivered, your back arched off the forest floor, your free hand gripping the dirt and leaves as the commander began pounding into your sloppy cunt. His tail wrapping around one of your legs, “you have such a sweet voice, moan for me again my dear.”

You obliged, “Don't stop~ Zev~lor~”

His grip tightening, his pace fast and relentless, just how you wanted it. Every snap of his hips drives his cock deeper, making your eyes roll back in your head and your body shake. Each time his thick veins and ridges rub over the over sensitive bundle of nerves within you, a wave of pleasure crashes over your mind, wiping out any coherent thoughts.

It felt like he was stirring up your insides, making a mess of your guts and marking you as his just as you begged.

“Cu-Cum~ n’side pwfh’lease!”

Aradin grunted, he could feel his own release building.

“O-Oh gods, Tav,” Zevlor moaned, his pace becoming sloppy, his balls tightening. The sight of you, a complete mess, begging for a him to fill you, it was almost enough to push him over the edge, until he saw your injured arm… “i- Tav- I can’t- I don-t deserv-“

Your body tensed, your cunt squeezing his cock, milking him for his seed, “I-I love you~”

Zevlor’s eyes widened, “Wh-what? T-Trul~ argh~!” his cock throbbing inside of you, his cum flooding your womb. Those words were all it took…

You trembled beneath him, your own climax washing over you, “love you Zevlor~!!!!”

Aradin gasped, his seed spilling from his cock and into his hands and onto the forest flooring… He watched as the hellspawn kept himself from falling on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. His eyes shut tight as he continued to cum, his face a deeper red than normal, fangs bared, his hips slowly rocking. He watched as the tiefling’s spent cock slowly slipped from you, his seed leaking from your gaping hole. You looked absolutely spent, your skin slick with sweat, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

He could hear your whimpers, how you were begging the commander to not leave you, to hold you. How could he deny you such a thing? He watched as Zevlor pulled you into his lap, his tail wrapped around you protectively. The hellspawn held you close, his lips kissing along your face, whispering words Aradin couldn't make out, before his lips pressed to yours.

Aradin stood there, unable to move, his body weak from his release, his heart feeling heavy in his chest.

You were in love with a devil, and it was clear this devil wouldn’t let you go, spilling his seed into you till you were good and pregnant.

He watched as Zevlor and you buried your faces into one another, the way he was holding you so tenderly, the way his tail flicked every so often, the way you clung to him… Even if Aradin wanted to jump out and point his sword at the tiefling , there was no way in hells you’d allow it.

A bitter chuckle left him, before he turned and made his way back towards the grove, his hands covered in his seed. He couldn't help but feel like he had been the real fool this entire time, he was so sure he would be the one to claim your heart, not a cowardly hellspawn.

[thechaoticdruid]

Seriously, now!?

Astarion x Named!Tav

Plot: (Set in late act 1 early act 2) After causing a scene, embarrassing and being shouted at by their own resident wizard, Winnie storms off alone to sulk. Her monthly bleeding is upon her and is making everything seem so much worse! But perhaps her vampiric lover can make it all better?

Warnings/content: Period comfort fic (because I needed it), emotional MC, soft Astarion, Galeshaming (I'm sorry for constantly bullying Gale), Winnie is honestly being a bit petty, but Astarion doesn't care really, he's on her side anyway, angst, fluff, comfort, a wee bit of smut at the end, oral (female receiving), MDNI, possibly ooc moments, possible grammar/ spelling mistakes.

After finding only disappointment and danger from their failure at the githyanki creché, Winnie and her merry band of weirdos were now turning towards the mountain path that would lead them onward to Moonrise. They'd run into a little confrontation on the way, had to fight some undead baddies and then met face to face with the famed 'Elminster.' Winnie had no idea who he was, nor did she really care. All she was concerned with was that this guy came into her camp ate all HER cheese and then told her friend his ex wanted him to go kill himself. Needless to say the young druid was not that impressed. Despite dreaming of being a wizard as a child, Winnie had never heard of this man before. The village she was born in had been pretty cut off from the rest of the world so all the stories of heroes from all over were never told to the children living there.

"I can't believe you! Picking a fight with an old man." Gale exclaimed looking over at Winnie with disapproval.

"Last I thought you said the old man was the strongest wizard in the world." Winnie tilted her head in confusion.

"That's no excuse to get into a fist fight with him! Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?!" Gale shouted.

"My Gran taught me to kick ass if someone takes what is mine. Especially my food." Winnie huffed and crossed her arms. Granted Archdruid Winnifred the first was known for being a crazy old crone with a fiery temper and some outdated views. She also seemed much too calm when her husband apparently died in an owlbear attack.

Ah, but Winnie still missed her.

"Oh come on wizard, Winnie's little show was absolutely hilarious! Ahaha!" Astarion giggled. The elven vampire had been watching the chaotic scene unfold with a shit eating grin the entire time. The fact that the druid used none of her powers or weapons just made it all the better. Hells she even bit the old man.

"Hilarious!? She attacked one of the greatest wizards this world has ever known over cheese!!! A child has more restraint for gods' sake!"

"Oh, suck my dick!" Winnie snarled, quite literally making a wolfish growl at the bearded man before stomping off. Gale rubbed his temples before slumping off to his own tent.

"Winnie is rather eccentric at the best of times, but usually not this vicious." Shadowheart piped up, stepping over to join the vampire spawn.

"She has a temper, but I agree she's been acting more irritable than usual. You wouldn't know anything about this would you fangs?" Karlach asked looking over at Astarion.

"Must you assume whenever something goes wrong it's my fault?" Astarion crossed his arms.

"No one is accusing you of anything yet, but you have practically been glued to Winnie's backside as of late." Shadowheart raised an eyebrow.

"Just wanted to know if you knew if there was something going on." The tiefling female added. Astarion rolled his eyes before looking over in the direction of where Winnie had wandered off.

"Oh there is something going on, not that I'm the type to gossip about a woman's personal matters." Astarion ran a hand through his ivory curls.

"Fangs, we all know that's complete bullshit." Karlach looked at him with an unamused expression.

"Well, not about this! It's different. Even I have limits you know." Astarion murmured. He was well aware of Winnie's predicament, and if he had been completely honest he definitely would have gossiped about this sort of thing if it had been anyone else. "But perhaps I can go and calm our feisty little wolf down." The high elf suggested, hoping to keep the others from asking any more questions.

"Alright I'll go try to console Gale I think he's screaming into his pillow again...." Karlach mentioned before her and Shadowheart walked off.

Astarion looked over to where Winnie had wandered up, finding her curled up on her bed-roll under some trees. Winnie whimpered and groaned, clutching her lower stomach in pain.

"In a spot of bother are we?" Astarion looked down at her.

"Leave me alone Astarion!" Winnie snapped before covering herself in her blankets.

"Oh come on, don't be like that. I'm only here to help." Astarion sat down on the bed-roll next to her. "I know you're still mad that the mean wizard yelled at you, but if you want I can go and break his legs? Would that make you happy, dear?" Astarion practically cooed, a small smile formed on his lips as he ran a hand over her back.

"Maybe...." Winnie mumbled and glanced up at him. Astarion smirked, "I thought so." He gently caressed her head.

"I'm.....Sorry....I...I haven't been myself lately...." Winnie confessed before wincing again in pain.

"I know. I can smell the blood..." Astarion said calmly. Winnie turned bright red before hiding her face in her pillow.

"This is so embarrassing!" Winnie whimpered into her pillow. Astarion sighed before laying beside her.

"Well if it's any consolation...You smell absolutely delicious." He grinned looking over her before receiving a light smack on the chest.

"Don't be gross!" Winnie huffed, and then looked up at Astarion who was just staring at her. "I don't want to think about anything.... going on down there....right now... It's too uncomfortable..." She mumbled, before burying her head back into her pillow. Astarion frowned. Comfort was really not his thing. Whenever Winnie was feeling down, usually due to insecurities about her appearance he'd just bed her, compliment her and she'd be happy, but this was different. If she didn't want to be touched he was a little bit at a loss of what to do. Still, these gods damned feelings urged him to try something. Despite his best efforts to avoid it, he was growing attached to her.

"Come back to my tent darling." Astarion whispered as he pushed some of the druid's messy hair behind her ear.

"Astarion I just told you-"

"Not for that. I promise, just let me take care of you." Astarion sat up, looking down at the human female with a softening gaze. Winnie turned towards him and sighed.

"Fine..."

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Winnie followed Astarion back to his tent with her things, she waited a moment for him to go inside and to take care of a few things before entering and setting her stuff down. She placed her bedroll and blankets down before noticing him placing pillows down around her stuff. She stared at him, curiously. Was this all some kind of plot? She wasn't so sure why he seemed to care this much. Astarion would usually mock someone else's pain. Sure the two of them had been sleeping together, but Astarion was quick to return to his usual apathetic self once out of the bedroom so to speak. Mocking any acts of heroism she did.

"Wait here I'll be back." Astarion ruffled her hair with a soft smile. Winnie laid there on the bedding, nuzzled her face into one of the cushy pillows Astarion had set out for her.

He'll probably just want to feed on me later.... That's it.

Winnie reached into her pack and took out a small worn out green dragon plush holding it to her chest for comfort as she curled up.

The others probably made him go after me because I was acting like a lunatic.....They all probably hate me now....

Tears began form in the corners of her eyes as she slid there. Winnie laid her head on one of the pillows before taking in the nice earthy scent of bergamot and rosemary. Her heart ached as she thought about the elf. The druid knew in her heart that it was meaningless, that he was just using her for his own gain, but she just smiled and went along with it, wanting to stay lost in him for as long as she could. With Astarion she felt something no one had ever given her before. She felt wanted. Even if it was all just a beautiful lie.

Winnie huffed, squeezing her eyes shut as tears forced their way out and began to drip down her cheeks.

She could see it happening almost vividly how he'd approach her eventually after everything at Moonrise was settled and done with.

"What were you expecting, some fairytale prince?" He'd laugh at her naivety and shake his head when began to tear up. "This is what I do. I give you a moment of escape with a world endingly beautiful vampire and you satisfy my needs. Cheer up. There's really no one better you could have spent your first time with. Especially with how homely you are."

Winnie sobbed quietly into the pillow. Her mind running wild with self loathing thoughts, imagining several different ways Astarion would break it off with her. Eventually after a while the tent flap opened and she felt a breeze brush over her cheek though she refused to look over. Astarion slipped in, carrying a well stuffed sack over his shoulder. His crimson eyes gazed over Winnie's plump curvaceous form as he sat down beside her on the bed-roll. Astarion set down the sack near the entrance of the tent before looking over Winnie further.

"Darling, I'm back." He said softly before noticing the little stuffed dragon in her arms. "What's this? Really dear a stuffed animal? You're twenty three years-" Astarion stopped his snarky comment as he noticed Winnie's red puffy eyes, her nose sniffling.

"Winnie....Did Gale come by while I was gone? Did he say something to you?" Astarion clenched his fist, about ready to go and shove the wizard inside his own bag of holding.

"No.... Nothing happened..." Winnie muttered. Astarion sighed in relief before looking back at the sack he brought with him. He opened it, taking out some wine and setting it down near the bedding.

"Then why have you been crying, my sweet?" Astarion asked, a worried frown formed over his face. "Was it something I said?"

Winnie huffed and looked back at him.

"No...I'm.......I'm just overwhelmed... Everyone depends on me and now I've gone and made myself look like a fool." Winnie said, half lying and half telling the truth. "And my bleeding isn't making it any better."

Astarion then proceeded to hand the bottle of wine to her. "Perhaps this will help your mood." Winnie looked over the bottle before drinking some. The flavor was sweet with a faint hint of bitterness masked by blackberries. She set it down before noticing Astarion fiddling with the sack again.

"I may have found a rather generous merchant nearby." The pale elf added as he took out a wooden plate with a wedge of cheese and a chicken leg on it. Winnie practically drooled at the sight before shaking her head and thinking.

"Generous? Astarion, what did you do to him?" The druid crossed her arms.

"Nothing! I assure you, he is still very much alive. I didn't hurt him....Much..." Astarion said muttering out the last part with a smirk as he thought back to how he left the merchant tied to a tree after robbing him. Winnie sighed before suddenly grabbing hold of the cheese and taking a bite. Her face almost instantly relaxed into a smile as she savored the taste biting into the chicken next. Astarion watched her contently as he made himself comfortable on the bed-roll beside her. She finished the food before setting the plate to the side and relaxing.

"Thank you. I think I feel a bit better now." Winnie murmured before looking back at Astarion.

"Happy to help, although I do expect to be paid back in full for my trouble." Astarion smiled, lips forming an awkward looking grinch like grin.

"Oh....Um... Would this work?" She pulled down her shirt, exposing her neck and shoulder to him.

"A kiss will do for now." He said, moving her hand away from her neck. Winnie blushed darkly before nodding. The brunette haired female leaned in with her lips puckered before pressing them to his sweetly. Her kiss was chaste and innocent as in lingered upon his lips. He cupped her face, returning it before pulling back and pecking her forehead.

"Ahh!" Winnie grunted in pain as Astarion pulled away, hand moving down clutch her abdomen.

"Fucking hells, why does my body hate me!" She cursed.

"Probably getting back at you for not letting me inside." Astarion joked before moving closer to her. He moved a hand over her stomach. "May I? I won't do anything perverse. I promise."

Winnie bit her lip for a moment before nodding. Astarion slid his hand under her shirt and began to rub soothing gentle circles around her lower stomach. Winnie sighed in relief, before leaning against him. Astarion smiled and laid his head on her shoulder, continuing his motions.

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The next day Gale looked around searching for one of his wizard tomes he'd forgotten he lent to Winnie just a few days prior. The wizard groaned at the prospect of possibly invoking the moody druid's wrath once more, but that was indeed a very important book! Quickly he made his way over to where he remembered Winnie had set up camp before eventually being met with an empty space.

He turned and retraced his steps before looking over to Astarion's crimson red tent with curiosity.

The wizard stepped over towards the shelter cautiously until the faint sound of soft feminine whimpers hit his ears. Inside the tent Winnie laid back against the bed-roll, pillow pulled over her bright red face as she moaned into it. All the while Astarion had his head buried between her legs, one of her thick thighs slung over his shoulder as he feasted on her.

"Uh....Winnie....D-Do you still have that tome I lent you?" The wizard stammered out, face turning bright red.

Astarion's brows knit together in annoyance before he pulled his tongue out of the druid's cunt.

"She's currently quite occupied, Gale. Now do piss off!" The vampire hissed out before returning to ravishing the human female. Winnie herself wasn't able to form any coherent sentences while the pale elf had her in his clutches, but eventually later on she returned Gale's book to him and eventually apologized for the scene she caused yesterday.

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Hope you enjoyed! I admit this is a completely self indulgent fic that was kinda a spur of the moment thing. I've seen a lot of period comfort fics that more so focus on the pain and mess than the emotional aspects of it so I wanted to put a bit of focus on that, cause honestly when it happens to me I have a tendency to be rather mean. Of course this is a little exaggerated for laughs in the beginning, but sometimes when it happens you feel like everyone is out to get ya and you wanna tear people's heads off over the littlest of things. I was a little afraid I might have made Astarion a little too soft, but given it's close to his act 2 confession I think it can maybe work.

~Druid

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Fic Author Self Rec Game

When you get this, make a post with your favorite five fics you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love!

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I'm really curious at what you guys pick! (Also if you have any original stuff you want to share, now is the time!)

In no particular order:

I Want it All : Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav), Angst, Asexual Guilt, Happy Ending

A surprise to literally nobody who has followed me in the past year. I think this is some of my strongest work as well as my first dive into writing an explicitly asexual character. (You can probably read a lot into some of my other works, but that's neither here nor there). I still get comments on this one and it makes me happy to see it's at least made some impact on the fandom.

Welcome to Hellfire: Eddie Munson x Lucy Henderson (OC), Fluff, Awkwardness, First Meetings

I really need to get back to writing these two, specifically Lucy's first session, especially now that I've played a lot more D&D. Getting back to the fic at hand, I think I did a good job allow Eddie to still be kind of a dick while not making Lucy look like an idiot for accepting to still play with him. He's a deceptively hard character to balance and I think it's a solid introduction to Lucy as a character.

Shaking Hands: Hawkeye Pierce x Elizabeth "Doc" O'Neil (OC), Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence

Another couple of character I need to get back to writing. While "What's Up Doc: Part 1" would be the better entry to start with these two, I still haven't actually finished it and I feels wrong to recommend something that hasn't been touched in literal years. I've changed a lot as a writer and will likely go back to touch it up. This though feels more complete. I also think I captured Hawkeye's voice particularly well in his rant towards the end. I'd still want to expand this to pace it out to a full episode, but I'm happy with how it stands now.

More Than Sufficient: Thrawn x Captain!Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Pining

Admittedly most of my earlier writing I low key cringe at, but this has held up well. It gave me an excuse to write more formal dialogue which is a rarity. I like the challenge of restraint and relying more of subtext. One of these days my obession will be stoked again. In the meantime, of all my Star Wars fics, the Thrawn ones in particular stand out to me as some of my best.

Rough Day: Doctor Strange & Ellie Jackson (OC), Mentor!Strange, Hurt/Comfort, Strange trying to understand a stressed out teenager

It was a toss up between this and another Astarion x Evie fic "For All I Care", but I ultimately decided this one needed more love. I needed some representation for the Marvel fandom, and Ellie really is one of my favorite OCs (even if I'm now thinking of converting her and Cassandra into an original work). I just like exploring Strange as a mentor/father figure if only because he's not very good at it, but he tries.

[charmandabear]

Regarding the potion in chapter 4

A lot of people have commented on the potion that Tav found in chapter 4 of Office Hours, and it's occurred to me that I think I unintentionally evoked a much stronger image than I had meant it to be, so I want to explain my intentions a bit more. Spoilers under the cut.

So I realize that by having it be a charm person potion that he puts in her food, it evokes imagery of a spiked drink, which was not what I was going for at all. I should have been smarter about that, and if it was triggering, I'm so sorry.

So what was I trying to do?

I saw a lot of people speculating that he may have given it to himself, a little "liquid courage." Not quite. He just wanted to loosen her up so he seemed more charismatic. Our boy got self conscious about his perfectly average charisma score of 10. Less like spiking her drink, and more like plying her with alcohol. Which, don't get me wrong, is still terrible! He needs to be pretty shitty in order to grow, right? But I wanted "wow, what a dick" and not "holy shit he's a monster."

And to the Anon who asked me to update the tags, if you're reading this, I hope this helps some. And I genuinely appreciate the feedback. I hope it's abundantly clear that I go out of my way to make sure that no one is unduly triggered by what I make (it's happened to me before with things that were more out of my control, and I fucking hate it.) So if I ever write something you find upsetting that isn't properly forewarned, either with tags or in the notes, please let me know.

Most importantly, please know that this won't go unaddressed. I have a very clear arc in mind for both of these characters, and it means they need to kinda suck for a bit.

[psalacanthea]

Dissonance and Debauchery: The Drama of an Ill-Fated Bard- Chapter 20

New chapter in the Astarion x Tav fic! In which Zynatheri has a bad case of the morbs, and Astarion happily plays the devil on her shoulder. Sometimes you don't need to be cheered up. Sometimes you just need to be sad as indulgently as possible.

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Zyn took one last look at the night sky,  eyes scanning the glittering lights that rippled across the canvas of darkness.  A beautiful vista.  So vast and mysterious, full of worlds and wonders never beheld by the ignorant creatures of Toril.  Somewhere, out among those pinprick lights that chased the moon across the teeming sky, where spelljammers and astral ships moored, githyanki were fucking.

Just up there in the sky somewhere, going at it, all snarling and writhing, insulting each other.  They wouldn’t just have sex, though, it would be a fight for dominance.  Claws and teeth and maybe some insults. Dick-biting. If you–

Wyll’s abrupt, coughing laugh interrupted her mental tangent, Zyn’s head whipping around as he bent forward.  Utterly lost, she stared at him, surprised by the vehemence of his laughter. She usually knew when she’d made a joke.  

Zyn was actually very good at them, but, “what did I say?”

“I’ve…never felt your mind before,” Wyll admitted, straightening up with a broad grin still on his face.  “That was beautiful…until the last bit there, obviously.  Truly, to be in the mind of a bard is a lyrical experience.”

Oh gods.

Feeling violated, but tamping it down because she didn’t know why she’d done that, Zyn stared at Wyll in fear.  This was her fault, and she’d done it.  She tried to push back the dismay quickly, glancing away, but she knew he’d seen it.

“I'm not upset with you, I just don't like that.”

“Haven’t you figured out how to do it on purpose by now?  I apologize.  If I’d known it was accidental I wouldn’t have said anything.”

Shit.  She’d just been ignoring it, erasing it from the narrative because it made her so profoundly uncomfortable, but she couldn’t any more.  They were in each other’s heads.

The sheer violation of it made her skin crawl.

Zyn needed to know how bad it was.  “You all mentioned it…happening before, like it was normal.  But eventually you stopped talking about it, and…well, it’s only happened to me once, with Lae’zel, and it scared the shit out of me.  You really do it all the time?”

“On purpose?  Some of us more than others.  It can be useful,”  Wyll said, red eye peering down at her as he tilted his head.  “I’d  assumed you had stronger walls ‘round your mind than the rest of us.”

“I do.  I don’t like things in my head,” she said, grimacing.  “When you play tricks on other people you don’t want them to be played on you!” And she knew people who scried, of course.  And read minds.  Gods, if only she could afford an anti-scrying amulet– well, maybe this unwanted venture would yield some benefits.

If she didn’t die.

“Well, I hope that I didn’t make you uncomfortable, and it was nice to see you open up a little.”

Zyn stared at him in frank disbelief.

Wyll's eyes crinkled as he turned to face her, leaning down a little.  “What?”

“How are you this good in so many ways?  Aren’t you exhausted?  I would be!  I accidentally think…and sorry by the way, for that mental image of Lae’zel and that Voss person having sex.”

Wyll folded his arms.  “Why was that your choice, I wonder?”

“I don’t know a lot of githyanki?” she replied, shrugging at his understanding nod.  “But seriously, what is wrong with you?  Genuinely.  It has to be something really bad.  Like eating babies.”

“Are you lobbing accusations at Gale’s cooking?"

[immortalspacelesbian]

can i ask what happened on twitter? i'm sorry BG3 twit is so insane but there are a lot of active folks here on tumblr that are much nicer imo. hope you can find a new place here and we stan all minthara lovers. queen shit. 🙏❤️

i’d say “long story short” but there’s 0 ways i can make this short there’s just SO much 😭

basically those datamined lines with halsin and minthara were found, where halsin refuses to work with minthara and makes tav choose between them even though minthara is begging for shelter from the absolute, and minthara lovers were like ‘ew wtf halsin fuck him she’s a victim of the absolute.’

we were in our own corner on our own tweets with our mututls ranting about these lines, and some halsin fans decided to come onto our tweets and talk about how they want minthara dead dead and the ways they’d kill her and stuff like that. which, to be honest, is completely unwarranted and a dick move. they were told to basically fuck off and that’s where shit hit the fan.

i won’t name names, but someone made a thread about how halsin wasn’t in the wrong at all because minthara was his abuser (which she wasn’t, she did nothing to him, it was the goblins, and she hardly knows who he is.) i think some people corrected them but i can’t remember? anyway, we made our own tweets like “minthara isn’t halsin’s abuser btw.”

person who made that thread proceeded to say that people who dislike halsin are queerphobic…

some of us tweeted about not throwing around words like abuse, abuser, and queerphobia and to not water them down. i made my own tweet too.

and then they said that we think ‘lesbians are the only “good” members of the community’ and that ‘supporting gay, bi, or trans members is oppressing lesbians.’ which is incredibly thoughtless and stupid of them to say considering queer history and how many lesbians are trans, considering how many of my minthara mutuals on twitter fall under the trans umbrella.

the lesbophobia got called out, rightfully.

i then said that i’m uncomfortable with the way halsin’s va interacts with the nsfw stuff in the fandom and it kinda gives me the creeps. yknow, on my own tweet, on my own account, not a single halsin account in sight. and since i’m a lesbian (and my personal history) it seems pretty normal to me to be uncomfortable with men being all nsfw like that’s not my scene thx. anyway, their little group found it and said i was targeting his ga and bring him into the drama (which i really wasn’t i was expressing personal feelings on my own account but aight.)

cue the ‘supporting halsin is anti-lesbian.’ and ‘if you like halsin you’re being “creepy” because all male sexuality is creepy to them, and halsin’s va, dave, supporting halsin’s sexuality obviously pisses them off.’ which is a wild thing to say. we never brought dave into it, it was them that did that. my tweet had nothing to do with the drama they kept making go on by not shutting up about it. by this point minthara lovers were back to normal tweeting and only reacting to whatever of those drama tweets showed up on the timeline.

oh! and here comes the inevitable: we all got called terfs. most of us fall somewhere under the trans umbrella. i’m agender myself. but we’re terfs to that person apparently. lesbians always get called terfs, no matter what.

i’m sure there’s more insane shit they’ve said in private.

all of that just because we got pissy at halsin sending minthara to a fate worse than death when none of what she did in act 1 was of her own free will.

[dwarfsized]

tagged by the beautiful and amazing @aevallare thank you!!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

9!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

63,696

3) What fandoms do you write for?

it's all bg3 right now, but I've also written for critical role and the arcana (visual novel)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1 - that's the kind of love ive been dreaming of (bg3, astarion/f!tav)

2- ain't it warming you (the world goin' up in flames) (critical role, jester/caleb)

3- Liebe ist Fürsorge (critical role, jester/caleb)

4- Fighting the Hurricane (critical role, jester/caleb)

5 - true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy (bg3, astarion/f!tav)

5) Do you respond to comments?

yes! i try to do the "comment when you upload the next chapter" thing but sometimes its been a while since the last chapter and i get embarrassed and just respond to everything in one big rush

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

where i left Fighting the Hurricane probably combined with the (checks notes) 1+ year long update hiatus, i am coming back for you baby i promise. i have plans for it. i just. god. so much happened to me right as i was working on it.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my fic ends happy (this will not always be the case, eventual AA!AU will be. well. i shan't say.) BUT, and this might just be because its my most recent finished work, i think new steps might end off on the most hopeful note.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

this has never happened to me and id love to keep it that way lmao

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes :) the only real posted smut ive got rn is that's the kind of love ive been dreaming of, but i have other smut in the works

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Fighting the Hurricane doesn't count, really, but that's the closest we've got: its a Critical Role/Pacific Rim fusion.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have nooooot, but i am not sure that the way that i write (terrible first draft and then editing for 1000 years) is very friendly to co-writing. I'm not against the idea at all though, its just. you know. i wouldn't want to torture a friend with the everything about me. maybe someday though!!

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

in this house we multiship, peace and love. :) though honestly i made a joke once about retiring kira as an oc after bg3 bc of everything im putting her through after becoming so enamored with kirastarion so maybe that? sorry blorbo from my brain, enjoy the conciliation prize of elf dick.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

stares guiltily at Fighting the Hurricane ch 2, languishing on my wip pile. listen, i still fully intend to finish that story. i was doing cool stuff in there. the only problem is that my brain exploded while i was writing ch 1, and this wasnt supposed to be more than 2k words but i am myself, and i didnt use outlines then, so my notes are a mess.

also i cannot possibly underline enough the bit where my brain exploded. this is an exaggeration only in that none of it came out of my head, but i was Not Myself for a Long Time.

16) What are your writing strengths?

i think my internal monologue bangs. this is because i agonize over it.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

moving characters around in the space is like pulling teeth and i feel like a solid 30% of my editing is focused on that. getting someone from point a to point b elegantly and without it feeling like "astarion got up. he moved his feet. he sat down. he looked out the window" makes me feel like walking into the sea

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it when it makes sense! Why does this character use another language? Does the reader need to know what they're saying? Is the POV character unfamiliar with the language? Does the reader learn anything from this? If you don't have good answers, why do it?

I find tieflings really neat, and bg3 does the typical dnd thing of "tieflings are looked down on," without, like, doing much with tiefling culture. So Ive had Kira use Infernal as a shortcut to create familiarity with other tieflings, and use it to have private conversations bc why would anyone but tieflings and people living in The Hells know that language--this solves some problems for her! And it creates others.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto...... once upon a time i wrote shikamaru/sakura fic. i was going to make a joke about that being my actual first longfic but i just checked and it literally isnt, i worked on it for a year and if you dont count the in-text authors notes (it was a different time) the whole thing is shorter than true colors chapter 4.

can you imagine me, now, updating something for a year and it being less than 11k. lol. lmao, even.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

eldath's mercy is my darling right now who also scares me to death. update coming soon (this week? i hope?)

i will tag @simon-says-nothing and @raccooncrimes and @septemberskye and YOUUUU reading this if you want to do it, tag me if you do!!

[dismalzelenka]

1, 2, & 23 for the fic writer asks???

HELLOOOOOO :D

The answer to 1 can be found here. :D

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Hmm. Let's see.

HAH.

I do love a cute first kiss, and I also do write a lot of Anders and Nathaniel Howe being really really gay and NSFW. I will say, the distribution of my own tags tends to be skewed because of how much I've written for other people and for exchange events, as my personal projects tend to be longer and more angst filled (however you can only tag angst once on a fic, even if it's over 300k words.) So I've written a decent bit of fluff for other people, and some of it is even for me (2/7 of those fluff pieces were personal projects), but as a general rule that isn't where my writing tends to skew.

Blow jobs though! If there is a dick to be found in a ship I write, it is probably getting sucked at some point, sorry, I don't make the rules on this one. ;D

The major accuracy here, ofc, is that I do write a lot of porn. (Hilariously enough, last winter I also figured out I was aspec, so. 😔 ⬅️ insert clown hat here.)

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Oh man where do I start?? I don't think I've ever written a true arranged marriage AU. (I do have a couple of regency au arranged marriage concepts in the rock tumbler. f!Hawke/Nathaniel/Anders and Gale/f!Tav, naturally, because I am pathetic and predictable shsjdjsksksk) the truth of it is I'm honestly intimidated at the research I would want to do before undertaking a Regency fic. But someone said in the comments of one of my Gale fics that my Gale was very Darcy coded and I haven't been able to stop thinking about that ever since. (If you're out there and reading this — you know who you are — know that you've inserted a tadpole of your own into my brain that is never gonna leave me alone for the rest of my days. 🤣)

I've also always wanted to tackle omegaverse, but whenever I try to write one I always get way too wrapped up in the world building and end up with a document that's three times the size of the like, 3k or so words of knotting porn I wanted to write and go "oh, oh no, I don't have time for another longfic universe" and walk away. (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Gods grant me the restraint to one day write a good old fashioned nut and bolt and be done with it 🙏🙏🙏

Thanks for the ask!!!

[likorys-shimenawa]

Ok I’m sorry but I saw your tags on my licking halsin post drawing AND I NEED MORE SHADOW DRUID HALSIN PLEASE????? LIKE SHARE

I've seen like ONE fanart and it completely took me over, so all I can offer is rambling that I'm thinking of including in my fanfic where Tav is like half-plant-kinda as Silvanus brought her to be as reward for her mother's faithful service?

BUT Halsin who after his time in Underdark grows wary of any living being, but especially ones with power. Halsin still traeting them as part of nature but the way you treat a forest fire and flesh eating cavteria as part of nature - dangerous and wanted only from a distance, left to fend for itself.

Halsin who still thinks Shadow Druids are dicks who turn against Silvanus and becomes one while not renouncing him, so he makes something like a between-point for himself where the Emerald Grove's treet shield the top from any sun in thick canopy, where druids offers place to recover, but you need to earn any aid. Where animals roam free and it's on you to keep yourself save.

Halsin in whom Kogha confides, but who still has reservations (because cutting unpleasant part of nature won't make it disappear) and then he's caught because of Absolute bussiness. Halsin who takes Kogha out because children are unshaped, they haven't chosen their path so killing one is sacreligious to him.

Halsin who is cold and indifferent to most people, because 'you made your bed now lie in it', but stalls the march to tie up tree's broken branch (because humans can speak for themselves, the animals and especially plants cannot).

Halsin who doesn't really jump at a chance to help the Tadpole bussiness, but who does join to reach Shadowlands because that is still a stain on his life.

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Spicy ideas: Halsin who gives into his bear as a way to scare away anyone thinking to get too close to him. Who is touch starved, but too terrified to get close to anyone.

Halsin who cannot give up control and uses soft vines to keep his lovers exactly when he wants the.

Halsin who walks around hals-naked and uses his size to keep people at a distance and intimidate them, leaning into people's stereotype.

[Halsin who gets with Astarion and has to aknowledge some people, even adult, deserve help when suffering. Halsin who slowly realizes not everyone is a lost cause.]

[Halsin who slowly learns to trust again.]

[thechaoticdruid]

TSvsTA spoilers

Tav bit someone's dick in my fanfics again!

I'm not sorry! 😂

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My feral little druid strikes again! 🐺