#oh to be worshipped by minthara

[miurenne]

minthara talking about orin [1/?]

[demonwebs]

lolth as a concept is so funny bc you cannot please her and you know you cannot please her and it still drives vhaal abs bonkers every time he rediscovers this fact during their monthly 'trance' meetings

[nebulousfishgills]

Modders really are some of the coolest people, I downloaded two mods that let clerics choose Bhaal and Shar as their deities, which use scrapped and unused assets and dialogue options burried in game files (since they were gonna be choices before the game released/in early access, but were ultimately scrapped)

So, in a sea of Durge characters, meet my first Tav, Isadora, Elf Cleric of Shar with a noble background. In my head she was raised in a well off/noble family but decided to follow Shar instead for reasons I'm still figuring out:

With intentions of doing an evil run romancing Shadowheart (we'll see how the Dark Justiciar thing goes with this mod).

[wetwibuwution]

I have to post my baby.

This is Sadus, my baby Durge and Bhaal’s Perfect Prince~

(Randomly serving looks before his eye got taken)

He is a Gloomstalker Ranger because as much as he does like to dig his claws in, he’s a predator at heart.

[moonselune]

Pay Attention !

Teacher!Minthara x Obsessed!student (f!reader)

NSFW | MDNI !

CW: bratty reader, Lorroakan is his own warning, Minthara has too much work for this, reader took a risk but damn is she bad at math.

⋆.˚✰ Minthara ⋆.˚✰ <- Masterlist

Minthara held your waist tight to her, her arm being the only thing keeping you up on her lap. Your head rested on her shoulder as she devoured your neck, all bite and no kiss. This was a punishment after all.

There may have been an incident in class. You had felt ignored lately, Minthara was caught up in her work and hadn't seen you in a while. So, to express your displeasure you had turned your attention to a fellow classmate. You lingered by their desk before class started, leaning towards them a bit too closely. You always stayed there until Dr Baenre barked at her students to sit down. Then you would blow the classmate a kiss and slowly walk back to your seat, a little sway in your hips. But if Minthara was bothered by it, she wasn't letting it show, not any more from her normal cruel demeanour. Which had led to things... escalating.

In hindsight, you were being slightly overdramatic. It had only been a week since your last tryst, but you adored your teacher, worshipped the very ground she walked on and she couldn't even spare you a passing glance?

You had to get her attention somehow and making out with that classmate outside of her classroom door right after class, did that. You knew that Minthara would see it for what it was, a dedicated desperate ploy to get her attention. You felt somewhat bad for your classmate, you were just using them, but in the name of research, sacrifices had to be made, and your methods needed to be tested.

It would be fair to say that this method more than worked.

When the door opened and Minthara stepped through, though you couldn't see her due to the tongue down your throat, you could hear her stilettos, and you could hear them scuff as she took in the sight. She slammed the classroom door shut behind her, startling your subject causing the two of you to pull away. You watched eagerly as she walked off, you could feel the anger radiate from her form. Once she turned round the corner, as if on cue, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out eagerly, shooing away the classmate who disappointingly trudged off. Your face lit up as you saw it was from Minthara.

Office. Now.

You practically skipped to her office, completely unaware of what was ahead of you. Like a rabbit, hopping into the wolf's jaw. You barely managed to close the door behind you when you were yanked into her office and pinned to a nearby wall.

“That was quite a little show you put on for me there,” Minthara practically growled into your ear and your heart raced, she had caged you in with her arms, both of her hands planted firmly on the wall beside your head. You looked up at her with big doe eyes as if you were just the most innocent thing in the whole wide world. Minthara chuckled darkly and rolled her eyes, "Oh it is too late for that, my love. To think whilst I have been slaving away at my research, you have been getting with the first thing that smiled at you."

"You weren't paying attention to me..." You whined lightly, leaning your head back to bare your neck at her. You knew you were playing with fire here, Minthara was an extremely possessive woman, but the pool of heat forming between your legs urged you to get burned.

"Oh the brat look suits you, Y/N." Minthara muttered before crashing her lips onto yours, one hand finding its way around your throat, squeezing the sides lightly. You whimpered and and felt your knees buckle as she assaults your lips, bullying her tongue into your mouth. You instinctively arched your hips towards hers, desperate for contact. Minthara smiles against you and moves her other hand from the wall and hikes your leg up against her hip. She might have missed you, more than she was willing to let on. But she wasn't about to so merciful.

That's how you found yourself in this situation with one had tangled in her hair encouragingly, the other clasped around your mouth, desperately trying to silence the filthy noises leaving your lips. Though, when Minthara thrusted an additional finger into your weeping hole, not even your hand could silence your cries.

Minthara disapprovingly clicked her tongue as she pulled away from your neck, pressing her lips to the corner of your jaw. "Y/N, Y/N, quiet, now. We wouldn't want Professor Dekarios thinking somethings the matter? Have him foolishly bursting in to see you spread out so deliciously for me."

To further her point she tucked her ankle around yours and moved it out, spreading you even further. You whined and squirmed, feeling increasingly exposed and vulnerable. Minthara continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you at a languid, torturous pace.

"Though maybe you would like that, for the rest to see who you belong to." She felt your walls clamped around her and chuckled into your ear, "Of course you like that, Cryso. Worry not, the marks on your neck will show your classmates that you are already spoken for.."

As if to accentuate her point, she nipped at your raw and tender skin again, thrusting deeper into you. You had to bite down on your hand to contain your moans.

"So wet for me, so eager, perhaps I have been neglecting this poor little cunt of yours." Minthara drawled and if you were in your right mind and not in a haze of pleasure you would realise that she was plotting something. She removed her fingers from you and you could have cried as your cunt tried to clamp around air, your building orgasm melting away. If you weren't so distraught, you would have realised she was taking something out of her desk drawer. "Don't worry, I'm sure this will help remind you who you belong to."

You felt something press against your entrance before slipping in with ease, Minthara hadn't been toying with you for no reason, she had been prepping you. You felt the small circular mass took root deep in your cunt. As you were coming to your senses you turned to look at her with slight confusion... that was until the device came to life, and released pleasurable vibrations. Then just as you felt your orgasm returned, they stopped. Minthara pulled your panties back onto you and abruptly pushed you off her lap. You stumbled slightly and looked at her, a pout forming on your lips as you desperately squeezed your thighs together, desperate to chase the long lost high.

"Mmm sweet," Minthara commented as she tasted you on her fingers. She then gave you a curt mischievous smile, "Now, back to class. You know how Dr Lorroakan despises tardiness."

"Mmhmm but-" You were going to add that it would be a shocker if Dr Lorroaken actually showed up, but you were interrupted when an intense vibration tore through you, causing your knees to buckle. You looked up at Minthara with a shocked face. She mocked your previous pout and stood up, walking towards you. She straightened out your blouse, combed her fingers through your unruly hair, if you thought this was an act of kindness - it was, but only to make up for the fact that she then gave you your bag and shoved you out of her office, locking the door promptly afterwards.

You had to take a few deep breaths to ready yourself and start making your way towards Dr Lorroakan's lecture room. The vibrator buzzed at a low level, teasing the build up of an orgasm. You tried to ignore it, but your body couldn't as your thighs continually squeezed together as you walked. Eventually you made it to the lecture room and were aghast to see the actual Dr there, not his diligent assistant Rolan.

"Get in, sit down, don't waste my time more than you lot already have." He snapped, and you had to hide the roll of your eyes as you walked in. When Minthara was rude and mean, it was sexy. When Dr Lorroakan did it was just teeth-gratingly annoying. You managed to get one of the last few seats at the back, it seems your fellow students shared your disdain for the Dr and had all fled to the back. You couldn't help but feel bad for the latecomers who had to sit closer to the man. "I hope you realise how much of an honour it is for you all to actually be taught by me. Dr Lorroakan, master in the history of ancient rituals and myths of the divine."

"Not like it's your job or anything..." You muttered under your breath, earning a few snickers from your peers. Thankfully, Lorroakan was too caught up in himself to hear it. It seemed Minthara was really rubbing off on you.

Speaking of Minthara.

An intense vibration tore through you and you had to disguise your moan as a cough. You shifted in your seat and crossed your legs as if squeezing them together would somehow turn off the vibrator, but it just increased the pressure and brought you closer to the edge. Taking a deep breath, you focused on what the oh so great Dr Lorroakan had to say.

The reason I am here today is due to an assessment by my colleagues. Normally, I would dismiss such trivialities, but due to being assigned a particularly stubborn colleague, I am here."

The door opened, and in walked none other than Minthara. The air in the room shifted as the students sat up straighter, phones hastily put away. It may have not been her class, and some students may not have even ever been taught by Dr Baenre, but her reputation preceded her.

"Ah, Dr. Baenre, so good of you to join us," Lorroakan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he welcomed her in. She strode in casually, her hands in her pockets, a bored look on her face. Her eyes found you and you squirmed under her stare, then squirmed as she increased the vibrations from her phone.

Once she had her fun, Minthara offered a tight smile. "It's my pleasure, Dr. Lorroakan."

She then made her way to the back of the class, kicking a student out their seat and watched them scurry to the front. You couldn't tell if she had looked at you on her way over as your head was buried in your hands as you tried to muffle the moans threatening to leave you. Minthara didn't like that.

"L/N, head up, if you wanted a nap, go see if Miss Alfira will sing you a lullaby," Minthara barked at you as she leant back in the chair. The other students flinched, Dr Baenre never snapped at you, you were the model student - she must have been in an awful mood. You snapped your head up and gave a thin smile, as your teeth gnawed the inside of your lips, the last line of defence. At least everyone would think your flushed face would be out of embarrassment and not the shattering orgasm that was about to tear through you. "Now that I've sorted out your students for you feel free to commence the lectur, Dr Lorroakan, that is unless you need me to do that too?"

"I will be just fine, Dr Baenre," Dr Lorroakan gritted out before flouncing towards the blackboard. You thought that as his back was finally turned you would be able to deal with your release subtly, but Minthara ensured there was nothing to deal with as the vibrations ceased immediately. You couldn't stop the whimper that left your mouth, and you had to quickly convince the students around you that it was a yawn.

Throughout Dr. Lorroakan's lecture, Minthara kept her gaze on you, her subtle manipulations causing waves of arousal to ripple through your body. You squirmed in your seat, trying to focus on the lecture, but it was impossible. The room felt stifling, your senses heightened to an unbearable degree. She always brought you so close to the edge, before being taking it all away. Tears were starting to form in the corner of your eyes, and a thick bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

Dr. Lorroakan, oblivious to your plight, continued his lecture, though he was visibly perturbed by Minthara's constant interruptions and critiques. "Your interpretation of the Cormyrian rituals is outdated, Lorroakan," she said with a thinly veiled sneer. "You fail to consider the recent findings from the Thayan archives."

The students exchanged glances, enjoying the verbal sparring between the two professors. Meanwhile, you were fighting a losing battle against the vibrator. Your breath came in shallow gasps, and you could feel Minthara's eyes boring into the back of your head, relishing in your discomfort. Maybe getting burned was not as fun as you thought it would be.

"What now, Dr. Baenre? Going to critique the way I hold my chalk?" Dr. Lorroakan sneered, clearly irritated by Minthara's interruptions.

"Nonsense, Dr. Lorroakan, don't be so petty," she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "I am simply voicing my concern that you have failed to notice that one of your students is severely unwell."

Her words cut through the air, and the room fell silent. Lorroakan's eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, finally landing on you. Your face was flushed, your hands trembling as you clutched the edge of the desk. His irritation morphed into a mixture of confusion and concern.

"Ah, yes, well... perhaps you should be taken to the nurse's office," he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Minthara stood gracefully, her movements precise and deliberate. "I'll take her. It's quite alright," she said smoothly.

She moved to your side, her presence calming and authoritative. As she helped you to your feet, you couldn't help but lean into her touch, your body betraying your need for her. Minthara's arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you as she led you out of the classroom. The students' eyes followed you, whispers filling the room in your wake.

Once the door closed behind you, the hallways seemed quieter, almost intimate. Minthara's grip tightened, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, "Are you learning your lesson now, Y/N?"

You nodded frantically, the continual buzz of the vibrator making you desperate for her. "Yes, Minthara, I’ve learned my lesson," you panted, your voice filled with need. You would let her take her right there in the hall if she wanted to. "Please... I need you."

She smirked, clearly pleased with your response. "Good girl. Now did you make a mistake earlier?," she said, her voice low and commanding.

You nodded again, practically begging. "Yes, it was a mistake. Please, Minthara, I need you so much."

"Oh and how I love to punish students who make mistakes," Her eyes darkened with desire as she led you through the halls, her grip never loosening. She navigated the corridors with ease, her focus entirely on you. Each step you took made the need within you grow, and you clung to her, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, you reached her office. Minthara unlocked the door with swift precision and guided you inside. The room was dimly lit, the familiar scent of her perfume and the sight of her meticulously organized space grounding you slightly. She closed the door behind you, the click echoing in the quiet room.

As Minthara turned to face you, her expression a mix of sternness and desire, you couldn't help but fall to your knees. She smiled at your submission and cupped her hand around your cheek. "Do you understand now, Cryso?" she asked, her voice soft but firm, she was now gripping your jaw. "You belong to me."

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I belong to you."

A satisfied smile curved her lips as she leaned down to you. "Good," she murmured. "Now, let's make sure you remember that."

Her lips crashed against yours, fierce and possessive. You melted into her embrace, your body responding to her touch with an intensity that left you breathless. She pushed you to the floor, her hands never leaving your body, exploring, claiming, reminding you of who you belonged to. She put her knee between your legs and smiled at how soaked you were.

"Want something, my love?" She teased, her mouth hovering by your ear as you shameless rutted into her knee desperate for release.

"Please, please, please.." you whined and whimpered, tears running freely down your face. Minthara kissed them away, your pleads, sweet music to her ears. "P-please can I cum?"

"Hmmm, I think I have tortured you enough, and you behaved so well in Dr Lorroakan's class..." Minthara hummed, pretending to think bout it as she moved to your neck, kissing the blooming bruises from earlier. You whimpered and cried out again, so sensitive to her touch.

"P-lease, I- I-need you, so badly.."

"Go on then, cum for me my darling.." Minthara whispered into your ear before moving back onto your neck. She moved her fingers down to your soaked core and toyed with your clit. Minthara consumed you, her touch setting your skin on fire. You clung to her, your body a hot mess of desire and need. Finally, your saw white and Minthara had to use her free hand to cover your mouth as you let out ungodly noises, writhing in her hold. Minthara praised you through your orgasm, kissing your neck. It took a short while for you to regain your breath only for it to be taken away again my a rough kiss from Minthara.

Finally, she pulled back, her eyes dark and intense. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice filled with possessive affection. "Never forget that."

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "I won't," you promised, your voice raw with emotion. "I’m yours, Minthara."

Thank you everyone for your support on this au ! I love writing it, I think teacher Minthara is the hottest thing in the world rn, definitely not kicking my feet giggling whilst I write her - Seluney x

[ilikedetectives]

The "I worshipped that woman" line got me thinking oh to be worshipped by Minthara... But then I realized she does worship Tav!!!! Like, the way she casually goes "In your name" and "At your command", Minthara doesn't just do that for anyone, the first two times were for Lolth and the Absolute, the third time is now Tav. She doesn't leave the party permanently regardless of Tav's choice, even if it's the choices she doesn't agree with/opposes. In addition, Minthara does pray to Tav in some capacity ("You came. I prayed that you would but there were no gods left to me.") Then at the end of Act 3 she gives up her mother's name (huge deal for drow matriarchal society, especially THE Baenre) to take Tav's name so they can conquer Menzoberranzan for themselves? This is essentially her new religious cause/crusade (build the world anew), but with Tav this time around. Oh and the cheeky "Jealous? You needn't be." while smiling? That is the confidence of someone who knows what she wants *chef kiss*

[wellthebardsdead]

Minthara: *smiling as she peers through Lucy’s eyes, seeing herself the way she sees her* so you do feel the same, but why? Why reject me then? Why deny your feelings for me?…

Lucy: because I’m immortal. If I still had a finite lifespan I’d be okay with loving someone I’ll one day lose but I’ll have to watch you grow old and eventually, you’ll leave me…

Minthara: oh please, since I stopped worshipping lolth the only afterlife awaiting my soul is Hell. I’ll claw my way through the blood war to find you if I must.

Lucy: … *turns bright red* Oh-

[keter-kannot]

MINORS DNI

IT'S FINALLY HERE 😫

The Minlach brainrot is,,, SO real. So, so real. You will 100% get more of them: this is only the beginning lmao IVE BECOME A SUB MINTHARA TRUTHER IM SORRY

Summary: Minthara wants to worship Karlach and does. LMAO THATS IT 😭

Word count: ~2.3k

tw: piv, the tiniest bit of breathplay and tears (of pleasure), tieflings have knots i don't make the rules, mentions of scars

Minthara’s eyes grew wide as she watched Karlach undress. 

She was all the majority of the day with Wyll, doing whatever they could in order to rebuild the city after such destruction was wrought by defeating the Absolute. Somehow, although Minthara seemed to find a sort of comfort in the desolate chaos of destruction, knowing that Karlach was rebuilding what was once her home brought a soft bit of warmth to her heart the more she pondered the idea. 

She didn’t want to seem too eager to help, but offered her small suggestions where she felt it was appropriate. The sooner the city was rebuilt, the sooner the two of them would start building their own home; a new home made just for them. Something they could grow their love in. 

As she watched her now, though, there was something standing on edge inside of her. Her wires started winding around themselves as her eyes continued to drink in the sight before her, unable to tear her gaze away. 

Her lips moved ever so slightly, soft words fluttering out before she caught herself. 

“Y… you…”

Karlach smirked as she chuckled a bit to herself, raising an eyebrow as she managed to unlace the front of her dirty tunic, slick with sweat and sticking to her body, perfectly hugging the honed muscle underneath. 

“What was that?” Karlach asked with a smile, an air of nonchalance about her as she grabbed the hem of her shirt with either hand, pulling the fabric away and lifting it up over her head, making sure not to get any bits or bobs stuck on her horn. 

Minthara’s response was an urgent gasp followed by a hard swallow. She could feel herself salivating as she watched Karlach from behind, her gaze searing as it lingered upon her bare back. 

She drank in what she saw, watching the way her muscles would move and clench and shift with each lift of an arm or twist to the side. Her vibrant skin, glowing from beneath, ruminated with a heat that she swore she could feel even from where she sat. The ridges of her spine leading down to meet her tail was an intricate pattern Minthara felt as though she could get lost in.

 And, oh, her scars. 

Proof of battle after battle fought and won, victim and foe conquered with the strength of a warrior showing off her talents, someone practiced in the art of being cut and cutting back. The way they crossed atop one another, shaped one another, became an intermingling story of Karlach’s defiant triumphs and much deserved victories…

Minthara felt something stir within her, Karlach’s body the perfect sign of strength and fortitude. She watched as Karlach continued to peel off first one boot, then the next, stretching this way and that to work out her tired joints. Each movement was made with purpose, Minthara’s hungry eyes eating each one. There was a tiny quiver in her lips as she fought against the urge to lick them, feeling this driving motivation in her core to get on her knees and worship the godlike woman before her. 

“Minthy?” Karlach chuckled, her smile still bright as ever and radiating that comforting warmth Minthara never tired of. 

She sat a bit straighter, blinked one, then twice, folding her hands in her lap and closing her mouth which she hadn’t realized was hanging open. 

“I–Yes?” 

She blushed. She still wasn’t used to being caught feeling things, even if it was by the person who taught her to feel them. 

Karlach turned, facing her. She smiled down at her, her eyebrow still raised as she took a small step forward, slowly starting to work the ties of her pants undone. 

Minthara couldn’t help but to squeeze her thighs a bit tighter together as she watched Karlach tower over her, the heat radiating from her wet body all but calling to her as she continued to stare. She could smell her sweat as it glistened off her skin in the dim firelight, drooling at the thought of licking her clean.

Karlach laughed, clicking her tongue. “Are you alright?” 

She nodded, looking away for a second only to not bIe able to keep her gaze aside for very long and turning back to face her. Was she… flustered? Blushing, squirming, eyes darting around the room, only to land on Karlach’s pulsing body calling to her to… to…

“You’re…” her breath caught in her throat, her eyes glistening with the wonder of the sight before her, “otherworldly,” she muttered, her breath hot,”the perfect image of strength, dedication, fearlessness…” her voice trailed off. 

Karlach involuntarily flexed, her abs tightening as she took another step towards the drow, her hand gingerly stroking the silken hair on her head as she looked up at her with infatuation. 

Karlach chuckled with the way Minthara seemed to push herself into her touch, the need in her eyes only growing at the touch she so desperately wanted. Karlach couldn’t keep the smirk from spreading as she reached for one of Minthara’s hands, ever so slowly taking it to grace upon her skin, snaking slowly across her waist, up her chest, across each warm tit and over her shoulder. 

“While I love the flattery,” she smiled, sucking in a hot breath as Minthara’s fingers graced her nipple, “there’s no need for it, princess,” she cooed. 

Minthara’s mouth hung agape once again, Karlach’s hot breath hitting her tongue as she tried to swallow the taste. Her fingers ran across her hot skin, tracing each scar and dancing along each divot. She watched herself play gently with Karlach’s body, too stunned by the idea of getting to touch the very thing she’d grown to worship between her fingers. 

As her stomach turned over itself once again, another hot flush made its way to her cheeks, and something within her finally fell into place. 

“I want to devote myself to you,” she said, meeting Karlach’s adoring gaze with her own hungry one. “I look at you and see… I see someone worthy of being called Valsharess.” 

She slunk from her seat on the bed to the hard wooden floor beneath them, gently settling on her knees as she let a hand trail up Karlach’s leg, her eyes still focused on her lover’s.

“I see proof of all the battles you’ve fought, of all the ways you’ve suffered marked upon your skin,” she all but whispered, leaning her head against Karlach’s leg for a moment, letting her tongue grace her skin for just a second as she shuddered. 

“You’ve earned more than my respect,” she said, looking back up to meet Karlach’s eyes yet again and, this time, seeing the fire of need burning within them. “Let me worship you.”

Karlach’s pants were around her ankles, her eyes flaring with the underlight of a brewing barbarian’s rage, her lust coursing through her veins like the hot fire beating through her heart. 

“I…” she stammered, already growing hard at the sight of her precious lover looking up at her with wide, expectant eyes, waiting so patiently to serve her. “My princess,” she all but growled, “please, you don’t have to–”

Minthara let her hand keep trailing up her thigh, tracing over the few scars she found there with the softest touch of her fingertips. She was already lost to the woman she wanted to pleasure, her breath hot and low as she let out a quiet mutter while letting her hand finally make its way to her shaft. 

“Let me.” 

Karlach’s hands shook as she fought herself from letting them grab hold of her right then and there, letting the knot slowly building at her base take hold as she relentlessly pounded into her mouth. She didn’t, though. She let Minthara’s silken hands start making a slow pace, both wrapped around her cock, neither able to wrap themselves entirely around it. Her lips graced her tip, a shudder running up her spice as she leaned forward, a deep groan escaping her lips. 

“Let me serve you,” Minthara whispered, her breath against Karlach’s hot, supple skin making her shiver and moan more, her eyes wide as she watched Minthara keep eye contact while taking the whole tip of her in her mouth. 

She trembled, taking a shaking hand to the back of Minthara’s head and letting it press just ever so gently, guiding her forward just a bit and seeing the eager willingness in her eyes, then pushing just a bit more

Her moans were short and breathy as she watched her head begin to bob up and down, her mouth stuffed full of even just half of Karlach, the tiniest bit of drool starting to drip from the sides of her mouth. 

She pulled herself away, letting her hands continue their work as she squirmed where she knelt, her cheeks flushed as she gasped for a quick breath. 

“Let me be nothing,” she panted, already heady as she pulled in another breath, “but a vessel to serve you.”

Her mouth met Karlach’s tip again, her tongue dancing over its ridges as she took it further into her mouth. Her hands traced lost patterns over the scars of her legs and waist as she pushed herself further, Karlach’s hand guiding her movements as a little gag escaped her. 

Karlach couldn’t help but to throw her head back and let out the breath she’d been holding, the deep and guttural moan coming along with it only encouraging Minthara more. She seemed to wriggle a bit as she picked up her pace, knowing she was pleasing Karlach only heightening her need to please her more. 

“Gods,” Karlach panted, smiling as she let out a huff, “you’re perfect.”

Minthara hummed against her cock, a hard hiss leaving Karlach’s mouth as she felt the way it went straight to her core. She looked down for a moment, seeing Minthara pushed hard against her hips, tears beginning to brim at the edges of her eyes as she gagged on the full length of her forced down her throat. 

Karlach released the hard grip she didn’t know she’d had on her hair, letting her stumble back just a bit as she gasped for a deep breath. 

She dripped concern as she dropped to her own knees, eyes wide with panic as she lifted Minthara’s chin ever so slightly. 

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

Minthara smiled, a faint trail of a few stray tears having dripped down her cheeks, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth before she licked it away with her tongue. There was a brief flash of hunger in her eyes before they shone again with her desire to worship, pushing herself against a naked Karlach as her lips met her own. 

Karlach’s arms wrapped gently around her waist, but gripped her just a bit tighter as Minthara kissed her with a fierce desire. She let her take the lead as she’d asked, Minthara climbing quickly into her lap and rocking her hips against Karlach’s hard length. 

Karlach gripped her hips at that, a growl ruminating from deep within her as she finally felt the hard release of her knot popping against Minthara’s warm thighs, the fire blazing in her eyes only growing when she looked up to see Minthara smirking down at her. 

She bent down just slightly, her breath gracing against the shell of Karlach’s ear, “Use me, Valsharess,” she whispered. 

Karlach gripped her hips with fierce purpose, lifting her to line up her swollen cock with her entrance before plunging deep inside, pulling Minthara down hard and letting out a grumble as she watched her smile widen, her brows furrow, and her head throw back in pleasure. 

She couldn’t help but to start with a relentless pace, lifting her just enough only to slam her hips against her own again and again. As Minthara’s hair became undone, she leaned towards her, moaning her thanks for being used against Karlach’s hot skin, lapping up her beads of sweat as they formed and tracing her scars as she was pumped into again and again. 

She whined as she smiled in pleasure, using her mouth and tongue to kiss and trace and suck and bite each and every inch of her skin that she could get her lips to touch. 

“My matron,” she muttered between her moans and cries that began a sweet song as they mixed with Karlach’s own, “my queen,” she breathed, her tongue working its way up the center of her chest. 

“My warrior,” she stuttered, Karlach’s knot fully working its way inside her as she quickened her pace, making sure to savor the way Minthara looked while serving her so well. 

“My God,” Minthara cried into her skin, wrapping her arms around her back and letting them run rampant over every part of her that she wished to praise.

Karlach chased her release with purpose, each slap of their hips meeting resounding in the small room, creating a harmonious rhythm. She let Minthara’s hands explore her, her heat only growing with each gentle stroke, every sensitive touch. Each word that left her lips only fueled her more, her growling matching Minthara’s moans of praise and worship. 

Minthara left messy, drool-stained kisses up Karlach’s burning chest, over her shoulder, up her neck. “Cum for me,” she breathed as her lips met her ear yet again, “deep inside,” her breath hitched, “and mark me as yours, forever to serve you.” 

Karlach pulled Minthara harder against her as she felt herself growing higher, higher, then plummeting down hard, her cum painting Minthara’s insides as she twitched and shivered beneath her, only gripping her harder as she breathed hard against her. 

Minthara let Karlach hold her there for a moment before ever so gently rolling her hips against hers as she gripped tighter at her skin, another hot hiss escaping Karlach’s mouth as every muscle in her body tightened at the sensation. 

“I’m yours,” Minthara muttered.

“Mine,” Karlach smiled. 

[yummybg3confessions]

what Warrior Cats clans do you think the companions are in?

Oh boy oh boy! It’s been a while since I’ve read the books but this is exciting.

Astarion- Windclan. I don’t have much to back this up, but he’s nimble…

Wyll- Thunderclan. He has huge protagonist energy. He got a call to go do something important as a teenager like every single thunderclan main character. (I think)

Gale- Riverclan.

Lae’zel- Shadowclan, since she was raised to be tough.

Karlach- Shadowclan. She was a kittypet for 10 years, though…

Shadowheart- Riverclan. She still can’t swim, though.

Halsin- Thunderclan medicine catbear. It’s in the middle of the forest like he likes.

Minthara- None- rogue. She stopped worshipping Starclan (Lolth and The Absolute).

Thank you for coming to my Ezratalk. Sorry if this was meant to be in the confession format.

[pandorastrove]

When The Stars Don't Shine, They Burn - Chapter Four Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Post-Canon, Trans Astarion, Sharess Worshiper Gale, Soft Dom Gale, Sub Astarion, BDSM, Dob/Sub, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Collars, Bondage, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Past Gale/Minthara Implied, Astarion's Past Abuse, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, OCD, Arithmomania, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending Summary:

Two months after the confrontation with the Absolute, Astarion finds himself working as a sellsword, feeling listless and lacking direction. When a run in with a hunter drives Astarion to Gale's tower in Waterdeep, he suddenly finds himself floundering needing to figure out what he is doing with himself.

Two months after the confrontation with the Absolute, Astarion finds himself working as a sellsword, feeling listless and lacking direction. When a run in with a hunter drives Astarion to Gale's tower in Waterdeep, he suddenly finds himself floundering needing to figure out what he is doing with himself. Now if Gale would only stop trying to help. ----------------- “Tell me something, Astarion, and tell me true. Did you at least fight back against the hunter?” Gale sighed, his expression just tired as he looked down at him. And Astarion knew that his answering silence was damning at best. However, he wasn't willing to lie and he knew. Oh he knew deep down that to claim he had would be exactly that – A lie. Judging by Gale's face, so did he.

[feyspeaker]

Hey, Fey!!

I hope you're taking care of yourself with the holidays coming up 🧡🖤

We obviously see a lot of your art and love for BG3, but I was wondering if you have any Tavs/Durges that you love? (As in your own characters!)

Or who is your favorite NPC/NPC interaction outside of the companions? 🥰

Lots of love from Ellie!

Hi there!! Thank you, doing alright!! You too!! I have 1 Tav, named Iiyola! She's in the portrait I painted for my icon. A draconic sorcerer with a few points in rogue. She's shown up in a few of my pieces, and I have like 100k words into a fanfic I may never post about her being childhood friends with Astarion. Halsin is her uncle- she's half Drow half Wood Elf which is a source of great inner turmoil for her spiritually. I'm a huge Frogotten Realms elf nerd so my fanfic about her only has Astarion, Halsin, Minthara, and Shadowheart from the game, and it's exploring each of their relationships with their culture and navigating life as elves who have very different opinions on what that means. And, Iiyola kind of bridging that gap in the party as she really belongs nowhere, not Drow enough for their society, but also too "tainted" to belong in Seldarine elf society. (I personally think that the new D&D lore kind of scoured the intrigue from elf politics so I am writing with more of a Neverwinter Nights/BG1&2 approach.) She's a Vhaeraun worshiper, as her father was a high up cleric within their order, it's a whole thing and I'm rambling now! Her faith is tested when she learns that Halsin is her uncle (to his surprise as well) and she learns some ugly things about her father that really flip her world more upside-down than it already is! I only make 1 PC for RPGs and that's it (99% of the time), so I've remade Iiyola for my Durge run. I never play evil in RPGs so I'll be doing a resist run for sure. As far as outside NPCs, I'm not really sure, I do like Gortash a lot. I do think that, unfortunately, both he and Orin seem to have been shafted a bit in the plot pacing. I was so excited to get to see Baldur's Gate again and I was kind of bummed out the upper city was kind of a letdown. I wish I could say Viconia but I really dislike that canon had to be forced on us, because I LOVED Viconia in 1&2 and the canon one just isn't my Viconia. Also wish they'd brought her original VA back and given her her goddamn beauty mark!!!!!!!!!

Kind of a ranty tangent but I also think it's a shame we didn't get to see as many noble houses- I would have liked to have seen Cazador's place actually be a manor, visit Gortash's estate, etc. I loved breaking into noble's houses in the first game. :( I think it's a dreadful missed opportunity that we did not get some kind of super important ball/masquerade/social event a la DA: Inquisition where we get to dance with our LI and do some intrigue that inevitably ends in crazy bloodshed and a battle with limited gear... Oh I am rambling again.

Overall I think the NPCs are all pretty compelling, probably my favorite little nest of NPCs was the Myconid 'village'.

thank you for asking and sorry for rambling!!!

[doberbutts]

Currently I think Panic's about here with everyone so far:

Astarion: oops I think I fell in love

Wyll: bestie squad. Panic forgives him for QQing about being ugly with devilish features. He probably pulled a face and Wyll talked to him about it the next morning and he gave Wyll a noogie and all was forgiven

Karlach: INSTANT BESTIE SQUAD. YES GIRL LET'S GO BEAT UP BAD GUYS TOGETHER WHOO HOO

Shadowheart: honestly I think he finds her very endearing. He was a little unsure of her at first when she was so standoffish and cold at the start but she follows him around like a puppy and she just gave him the "it's not a question of whether I like you, I'm a completely different person because of you" talk. I think they stay up late at night having deep philosophical discussions about religion, since they have such conflicting viewpoints from their patrons, and when Astarion joins them by way of plopping himself down in Panic's lap they turn to gossiping instead.

Lae'zel: initially incredibly put off by the mean gith ngl. she warmed up to him first and he went "oh no no thank you oh god please stop telling me how you want me carnally". But then her grief and sorrow at being betrayed and also blowing up the creche made him reconsider his dislike to be something more akin to pity. Of course she's Like That, look at what she's endured this whole time.

Gale: also incredibly put off by the horny wizard man who would not stop coming onto him. finds interactions with him incredibly tedious. took the bait on the mirror image and went "oh I see. it's a front and you're just kind of a loser. well that's different, I like losers. also your ex sucks. please stop trying to have sex with me but also you don't deserve to be treated like that.

Halsin: initially somewhat suspicious of the giant bear man because he was being coy about his involvement with the shadowlands. realized big boy is a gentle giant like him. also being a druid and with the way I treat Panic's monkhood they have a lot in common as far as worship and cultural practice goes, so I think after the shadowlands they'll probably go get high together on some mushrooms and meditate about the meaning of life or some shit.

Jaheira: still unsure how he feels about her. Seems to be wanting to do the right thing. Being incredibly cagey about literally any details. Panic does not like people he can't insight his way through conversations with and Jaheira counts as one of those people.

Minthara: killed her without so much as an introduction. He rounded the corner, got spotted by one of those glowing eye things, and she tried jumping him and very much did not succeed. I actually had nonlethal turned on for her because I was going to try the trick but she died anyway??? So she's dead whoops

[hiddentrails7]

The BG3 Pokémon teams, Halsin and Minthara edition! I'm still working on Jaheira and Minsc, since I want to get more info on them outside of BG3 to form their teams. Maybe I'll play BG2 and BG1, we'll see if I can afford to do it. But for now, here's two more teams I thought a lot about. :]

Halsin

(Oh the love I hold for him is,,, a lot. Both romantic and platonic is so sweet)

Ursaluna

“I believe it was Hisui’s swampy terrain that gave Ursaluna its burly physique and newfound capacity to manipulate peat at will.” (Pokémon Legends Arceus)

…big bear… bear father…

Venusaur

“There is a large flower on Venusaur's back. The flower is said to take on vivid colors if it gets plenty of nutrition and sunlight. The flower's aroma soothes the emotions of people.” (Pokémon Omega Ruby & Pokémon Alpha Sapphire)

It's a big flower monster that can help potientally avoid a fight with its rad ass smell. Amazing. Much Halsin.

Arboliva

“This calm Pokémon is very compassionate. It will share its delicious, nutrient-rich oil with weakened Pokémon.” (Pokémon Scarlet)

It's a very sweet Pokémon, and Halsin would absolutely let it give out its oil/olives to the tiefling refugees and random weak Pokémon he finds.

Ampharos

“It gives off so much light that it can be seen even from space. People in the old days used its light to send signals back and forth with others far away.”

Halsin isn't really one for technology and over advanced stuff. So he communicates with Ampharos instead.

(Call Lightning was also reaaalllyyyy useful and I've come to associate it with Halsin)

Kangaskhan

“To protect its young, it will never give up during battle, no matter how badly wounded it is.” (Pokémon SoulSilver)

Okay, so tell me why Halsin WOULDN'T want the protective powerhouse that is Kangaskhan.

Golduck

“GOLDUCK is the fastest swimmer among all POKéMON. It swims effortlessly, even in a rough, stormy sea. It sometimes rescues people from wrecked ships floundering in high seas.” (Pokémon Sapphire)

He likes ducks :],,, and I really think him having a Psyduck at some point would be so funny. Like.

“Kagha shut the fuck up Psyduck is sleeping.”

☆

Minthara

(Ms. Strap-On department herself. I've actually grown to really like her)

Araquanid

“It launches sticky water bubbles. Foes who lose consciousness while trapped inside these bubbles will get torn apart by Araquanid's gnashing jaws.” (Pokémon Violet)

I like to think Araquanid was her first, since she was raised in a household that worshipped the spider god. Fierce, but capable of being sweet. On rare occasions.

Samurott

“One swing of the sword incorporated in its armor can fell an opponent. A simple glare from one of them quiets everybody.” (Pokémon Black)

Samurott is a very paladin Pokémon.

I actually chose Unovan Samurott over Hisuian Samurott because I don't think she really needs the Dark type– they're actually both really stern in their Pokédex entries, and it just… feels better idk.

Grimmsnarl

“With the hair wrapped around its body helping to enhance its muscles, this Pokémon can overwhelm even Machamp.” (Pokémon Shield)

A morally grey-coded Pokémon that is also an absolute unit? Fuck yes. Absolutely Minthara coded.

Drapion

“Possessing a sturdy build, it takes pride in its strength, taking down foes without using toxins.”

Of course, the prideful Poison/Dark bug is going on Minthara’s team. It really works for her, especially if you stick with the Absolute stuff.

Scolipede

“Highly aggressive, it uses the claws near its neck to dig into its opponents and poison them.” (Pokémon White)

The Paladin needs her poisonous steed!! Her very aggressive steed that tolerates her and her alone!!

Banette

“BANETTE generates energy for laying strong curses by sticking pins into its own body. This POKéMON was originally a pitiful plush doll that was thrown away.” (Pokémon Ruby)

She's a Vengence Paladin that put parasites in her brain while under the Absolute for power. She and Banette get each other.

[sorcerous-caress]

okay so first of all i want to thank you for writing for minthara because we are STARVING without content

i just know that her strap is BIG and she's not afraid to be as rough as she wants to be. just imagine her bending you over the table holding your hands in her grip and saying the nastiest thing in your ear with that hot voice of hers. oh what a dream

(also i KNOW her aftercare is top tier. she's not joking around with this!)

Just bending you over with ease, feeling her strap pressing against your back. Knowing one way or the other it will end up inside you

She'd probably make you suck it first, just to add to the power play. Make you worship the thing that will rearrange your insides.

And god yes, she probably has a really big one. The kind that makes you stare when you first see it, there is no way that is fitting inside of you.

But she'll make it fit. Slowy, agonisingly, whispering in your ear in her raspy voice. Using the occasional drow phrases and words the deeper she went inside.

She'd probably make you touch the slight bulge on your stomach from her sheer size, show you just how deep she is inside you.

Maybe even have you cockworm her strap afterwards, it's so much bigger than any guy's cock could possibly be so just ignore these useless males and only come to her to get your holes filled and stuffed.

[swordmaid]

What did Shri'iia do that finally broke her oath? I love hearing about your bg3 character arcs, and my fav play through I was an oathbreaker durge- so I'm interested in hearing more!

so for some background context for Shri’iia - she was a paladin of Lolth who was in service to the matriarch of House Faen Tlabbar for like 100+ years or so. She’s kind of like the matriarch’s hidden weapon, no one knew about her existence except for the matriarch (bc before she was a paladin, she was just another commoner who didn’t belong to any noble house) and she was kept in the dark until her matriarch had some use for her. Like Menzoberranzan is a city that thrives in deceit and secrecy and the best weapon someone could have is a weapon that’s unknown to everyone else but completely loyal to you. Shri’iia agreed to this arrangement since didn’t belong to any noble houses prior - and she’s ambitious as hell lmfao she wanted to be at the top of their hierarchy. To her, she had everything to gain and nothing to lose - not to mention that the matriarchs were the closest beings to Lolth and through them, her will is re-enacted so how could she refuse? so she is like a well trained hound in a way, who’s completely loyal to the spider queen and her matriarch and she does not know anything else but to serve her spider queen bc Lolth is everything….!!!!

that is, until she gets kidnapped, tadpoled, and left in the surface

and the thing is, in all her years she has never once stepped foot in the surface. she hasn’t even explored the entirety of menzoberranzan bc she spent most of her days hidden away. not to mention everything she knows about the surface is from gossip and the horrible shit they tell you about how drows are hated there, and how you’ll be hunted like an animal the moment they see your red eyes, and all that terrible shit. so suffice to say shri’iia is terrified! she hasn’t even seen the sun ever before and she hasn’t touched grass either so now you’re expecting her to be fine when she’s left in a place that could kill her bc she’s a drow? not to mention the tadpole in her head? like early act 1 is just a stressful time for her and the fact that she joins up with these other tadpoled folks who could kill her anytime doesn’t make it less stressful

anyway, bc she’s so paranoid and rn she’s like a professional liar in her nature 🫶 (she’s a charlatan) she makes up this story about how she was born in the surface in some small town that has a population of less than 100, and she obviously does not worship Lolth ew and her oath? she follows a noble cause don’t worry about it (:. so she sticks by that back story to earn the other’s trust! and to save her own skin, more or less but by doing so she’s essentially hiding and being ashamed of her Lolth worship and oh that’s not -

in the ACTUAL game, shri’iia breaks her oath because she tells minthara where the grove is. in her head, what better way to punish a traitor of Lolth than to kill her where everyone is watching! 🤭🤭 like punishments for traitors has to public and humiliating like that is such a good plan (in her head!) except that she didn’t take into account that Lolth was getting tired of her ass for hiding her Lolth worship NOT to mention that she’s not acting like how a paladin of lolth should be acting like why are you listening to some man first of all (since I hc gale is the leader of the party). and by killing minthara in front of the grove she offhandedly saves the tieflings which is another 🫤🫤🫤 as a paladin of Lolth like she‘s gonna have such a bad grade in being an evil aligned paladin

So tl;dr - Shri’iia ends up lying about her entire backstory out of self preservation meaning that she has to lie about her Lolth worship. Lolth is a fickle and proud goddess who doesn’t stand by that shit and drops her ass, now Shri’iia spends the remaining half of act 1 in denial trying to win back Lolth’s favour or else she has to deal with the fact that her identity is essentially gone and she’s been abandoned by the goddess she has fully devoted herself to 🫶🫶

[voloslobotomyservice]

Salome Silverthorn

[Sal-oh-may] (she/they)

Class: Wild Magic Sorcerer

Race: Half-Drow

Age: Unknown

Background: The Haunted One (no redemption route)

Game Progression: Complete

Before Salome discovered her Dark Urge, she was just a baby in a basket. A human woman, Gwendolyn Silverthorn (cleric of Selûne), found Salome in a wicker basket late one afternoon in the streets of Baldur's Gate. Taking pity on the child, she brought her home and raised her as her own. Gwendolyn had her own children, Kellan (paladin) and Marianna (ranger). Salome was raised in a very loving home, and the four were a very happy family together. But on the eve of her ninth birthday, the Dark Urge took over for the first time. She brutally killed her entire family and set the house on fire with her Wild Magic. Although she was a skilled sorcerer, she could not easily control her magic, and her face was badly burned, causing her to lose some of her vision. After murdering her family, Sceleritas Fel sought her out, bringing her to the Temple of Bhaal to be worshipped as the Prodigal Daughter, the one who came back to sit upon her father's altar.

Orin the Red, jealous of Salome being Bhaal’s Chosen, attacked her at Moonrise Towers, implanting her with the first tadpole. She was shipped out on the Nautiloid, and Orin took over her throne, fully assuming that her sister would soon become a mindflayer.

When the ship crashed, Salome was left with an ache in her head, her memories gone, and an urge to kill. She only remembered her own name because it was sewn into her robes she was wearing.

As far as Dark Urges go, she is as evil as they come. She has no desire to fight her urges, rather, she accepts them and doesn’t hide the person she truly is. She slaughtered the Grove, Last Light Inn, and anyone who happened to cross her path, goblin or not. Don’t look in her storage trunk at camp.

Accepting her Dark Urges eventually led to Bhaal gifting her the Slayer form. Unfortunately for Orin, Salome would use this to get her revenge. It was a rather easy fight.

After defeating Orin in battle, Salome accepted her father’s gift and became the true Chosen of Bhaal. Her father had then commanded her to seize the opportunity to take over the Elder Brain, and then eventually, the world, in his name.

Salome's adoptive mother, Gwendolyn, acted as her Dream Guardian. She first showed up in Salome's dream after she had a flashback to the night she committed her first murder. Salome was pretty upset when she found out who the Dream Guardian actually was because she truly thought she was reconnecting with the woman who raised her, helping her see past her urges and potentially try to resist them.

She and Astarion are locked in for life, and not for the better. Both have ascended in their own ways, and now post-game are taking over the world with the help of the Netherbrain. (She's also slept with Ketheric Thorm, Enver Gortash, Lae'zel, Minthara, the Emperor, maybe even a goblin or two... but we don’t need to talk about that atm)

Here are some fun things I've been tagged in to share a little more about her: - 5 Songs/4 Outfits