#with a cameo from astarion

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Furniture

In which Annie and Halsin see if they can break a bed. Obviously NSFW.

“I am open to anything---if you can find a piece of furniture up to the challenge.” Halsin teased as one of his large hands touched Anais’s hip.

Anais let out a small, high-pitched squeak at the response. I just asked if we could have sex in a bed next time?!?! And he says THAT?!?!? Oh my fucking gods, what am I going to do? “I, erm…well, I can see if there’s something around here, love.” We’re in the Shadow Cursed Lands. There’s Last Light, and that’s about it. Gods, if we were in the city, I’d ask Mum to give me some names of carpenters and just have the damn bed made!

The hand on her hip squeezed gently. “I jest, my heart. Please don’t worry so.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You have plenty on your mind already.”

And in it. “I’m alright. Besides,” she could feel her cheeks burn. “it’s very pleasant to think about.” Very. Very. Very. Pleasant.

Another squeeze of her hip nearly made her moan. “I agree. I can picture you splayed out below me—”

“We’re heading out!” Karlach yelled from several yards away.

Anais laughed. “It seems we’re leaving, so that’ll have to wait until later.”

Finding a sturdy bed was forgotten by both parties (and greatly missed by me) until the group arrived at Baldur’s Gate. Settling into their rooms at the Elfsong Tavern, Anais examined the bed in her Halsin’s shared room. Maybe? Perhaps? I could try to stand and jump on it, but I’m likely to fall on my ass. She gave it a small kick to one of its legs. Good sign? Oh, who am I kidding? I’m a sorcerer, not a carpenter. She pondered the bed for a few minutes before feeling a pair of strong hands on her hips. Her heart never failed to soar each time her lover touched her. I feel so safe. So loved. So cherished. I only hope he feels the same… “Hello. Miss me that much?”

Halsin chuckled, his lips kissing her neck. “Always, my heart. Are you happy with our room?” His hands drifted upwards with each taking a handful of her soft belly. “It will suit our needs while we’re here, I think.”

“Oh yes, I’ve no doubt. I was just…looking at the bed. Wondering how sturdy it is.” She could feel herself blushing, which I know he loves.

Remembering their conversation from several weeks ago, he laughed. “Ah! Shall we test it later then?”

Turning her head, she smiled as her lips touched his. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please. Do your worst…or, well, best, and if anything, I can always pay for it.” A small price to pay for a night of your large druid pounding into you.

“For you, my love, I will do my very best. I must admit, I haven’t broken a bed in some time.” Excuse me?!?! “The last time that happened, hmm…I was bedding a pair of dwarf lasses. Helga was riding my face while Hilda rode my cock.” He sighed wistfully. “And just as I reached my fifth peak of the evening, that’s when the bed creaked…and we ended up finishing on the floor.”

Anais blinked. “Wow. I-I…wow.” Annie Wildheart, surely you can say more than that?! The hearty laughter from Halsin made her feel as if her face was as red as her hair.

He turned her around and cupped her face in his hands. “Annie,” his hazel eyes, always full of warmth, stared into her chocolate brown ones. “I know you are thinking…” Too much? Always? “About how on Silvanus’s earth you can live up to that.” Nope. It’s how I will never live up to that because I’m just me and not two amazing dwarves. “Put that from your mind, beloved. This night, as with every day and night we are one, is about us finding pleasure together.” He pressed a few kisses to her lips. “Don’t overthink this, my heart.”

She giggled nervously. “Me? Overthinking? Never.”

A thoughtful look appeared on his face. “How was it you explained your magic to Gale? You don’t think---you feel what is best and trust your instincts.” Upon seeing her confused expression, he smiled. “Why not apply that to other aspects of your life?”

Tilting her head slightly, she considered his words. He’s not bloody wrong. Could work. Could try it. She could feel herself grinning. “Oh, I’ll apply it alright.” She kissed him soundly, plush arms wrapping around his neck. Her fingers threaded through his chestnut hair and soon found his ears. I licked the lobe of one the other night…he may have liked it.

A hand on her waist traveled to her behind as he pressed his pelvis against hers. Oh gods, he’s as hard as a rock. A growl escaped him as he panted against her open mouth. “Tell the others to conduct their business without you. Stay. Stay, my love.”

Instincts say: stay. She broke free from him, strode to the door, and yelled, “I’M STAYING HERE. BYE! HAVE FUN! DON’T DIE!” Halsin laughed behind her as she slammed the door and then murmured a silencing charm on the room. My darling Halsin can be quite loud. All the time.

“You two are fucking filthy, and I love it!” Astarion shouted with several grumbles from Gale and plenty of eyerolls from Lae’zel I’m sure.

Anais could not stop giggling as began to remove her robes. “How’s that for following my instincts, love?”

Undressed in moments, Halsin wiped tears from his eyes because of laughing. “My heart, you make me laugh more than I have in decades.” In two strides he was in front of her, large hands pawing at her robes. “You’re full of surprises. How many more will we have this day, I wonder.” As more of her porcelain skin was exposed, he had to touch or pepper kisses to it. “Anais,” he whispered in Elvish. “I need you, beloved.”

She wrinkled her nose as she stepped out of her smalls. “I can tell, my beautiful bear.” She sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned him with the curl of her index finger. “Come here to me.”

His eyes flashed gold when he heard her utter his usual phrase. Chuckling, he knelt on the floor in front of her soft open thighs. “You are a delight. That you grow more confident and playful with each of our couplings warms my heart.” He hooked one of her legs over a large shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh.

A light blush appeared on her cheeks as she smiled warmly. “I’ve been feeling a lot more confident, especially after our first time together.” Her fingers tilted his head away from her thigh and up towards her. I will never get over the way he looks at me. So full of love and adoration. I love you so much, Halsin. I never thought I’d ever experience this. “I suppose I’m just glad you noticed, love.”

“How could I not when your smile grows more radiant every day? When you’re the most at ease since we’ve met?” He leaned into her touch, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Even your walk is more…alluring.”

Anais cocked an eyebrow, his face now in both her hands. “Is that so?”

“I see the way your hips sway more,” Halsin growled. “I long to simply walk up to you and grab and squeeze.” His eyes glowed gold for a moment. “After I taste you, I shall hold those tempting hips as I pound into you from behind.”

Oh. Oh wow. Oh fuck. Haven’t done that yet, but I’m here for it. I mean, we did that position when he was in wildshape, so that doesn’t count right? STOP THINKING SO MUCH. She let out a small whine as he brought her other leg over his shoulder. “Love, please. Please.”

“Tell me what you desire, my heart.” His nose brushed against the red curls at the apex of her thick thighs. “Speak to me, lover.”

“Have me, Halsin.” Anais whispered as she let herself fall ungracefully backwards, earning a laugh from him. “Sorry about that.” She giggled.

Kissing her curls, he ran his rough hands along her soft thighs. “So long as you are comfortable, dear one.” He then began his assault on her cunt, lapping and sucking at her. He always drank from her like a man who had lived in the desert for hundreds of years.

“H-Halsin, gods…don’t stop…” She panted, her fingers pulling on his hair. Apparently, he likes it! And I like doing it! She instinctively thrusted her wide, soft hips harder than I meant to. Hearing some muffled chuckles, she could not help but giggle herself.

“Eager, my love?” He teased as his hands traveled down to hips. “Fear not, I’ll have you singing for me soon enough.” He returned his focus downwards.

He certainly wasn’t wrong that I’ll be coming soon… The coil inside Anais’s belly grew tighter and tighter each second until she came after a particularly sloppy lick and two of his fingers curling inside her. I think…I saw…stars…

After he licked her clean, he hauled himself up slightly and rested his chin on her soft lower belly. “Good girl. You are more beautiful than the brightest dawn when you come, my heart. Your skin radiant; your body so responsive to my every touch.” When he stood, his erection was all she could notice. Every time I wonder how that thing gets inside me. “However, as joyful as that is,” he watched as she stood as well. “I want you coming on me as I spill.” He reached around her and grabbed a generous handful of her behind. “As I feel this against me.” His hands then went to her hips. “As I dig my nails into your soft flesh.” Now tugging on her lower lip, they both moaned. “On all fours, my love.” As they positioned themselves on the bed (Was that a creak already? No, it can’t be.), Halsin could not keep his hands off various parts of Anais’s body, his breathing shallow. “You truly are nature’s most lovely creation. Are you ready for me?” He teased, the wide tip of his cock at her entrance.

A smirk appeared on her face. “Perhaps. I want a kiss first, love.”

“O-ho!” He kissed her back and then thrusted into her. “How good you feel, Annie. I could stay inside you forever.” His hips pistoned, dragging his frankly massive length in and out with tremendous speed and strength. Much, much more than usual, but I’m not complaining! Sounds of his grunts and her moans of pleasure echoed in the room, as did—

Creaaaaaaaaaaaaak.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Come for me, my love!”

He thrust harder and harder.

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaak.

“HALSIN!” Anais screamed, reaching her second orgasm much more quickly and much more off-guard than the first. She could feel her knees buckling as he spilled, his nails denting her wide hips.

CRACK!

She screamed again when she realized the bed did, indeed, break. Anais screamed, this time out of surprise, as the mattress hit the floor.

“Annie, my heart, you’re alright. I’ve got you. Are you hurt?” He asked, deeply concerned. He carefully slid himself out and stared at her.

She rolled over and began to laugh uncontrollably. “Oh my fucking gods, we actually broke the bed!” Anais reached for his scarred face and gently caressed his cheek. “Though, I think this bed was rather poorly made if it didn’t survive barely one round.” Definitely asking Mum for carpenter recommendations…and for some more gold to compensate the Elfsong Tavern.

“A pity. I thought we would be going at it for some time. Although,” his hazel eyes were full of mirth. “That doesn’t mean we can’t continue.” He caged her with his muscled arms and placed kisses on her jaw and neck. “What say you, lover?”

Giggling, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Once more, my handsome bear, and then I should tell the gentleman downstairs that we need another bed.”

Halsin barked a laugh as he entered her again, causing them both to moan wantonly. “Ah-ha…no need. I can…ah…get some furs…we can sleep on the floor…” He thrusted into her slowly this time, wanting to savor the moment.

Oh hells no. Nope. Not happening. She raised an eyebrow. “Halsin.”

“Yes, my heart?” He asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

“I want a damn bed.”

“Of course, my love.”

“I want a comfy bed.”

His thrusts grew faster as he chuckled. He is having far too much fun with this. “In wildshape, I can be the perfect bed for you, sweet one.”

“That,” Anais shook her head. Get that bed! You deserve it! And so does he! “is very lovely, but still not a bed.”

“Ha! Then how about nature’s bed? Sleeping on the—”

When he hit the spot that always made her come undone, she let out a whine. “Halsin, please…”

He sucked a mark onto the top of one of her large breasts. “Please what?” When he noticed her fingers touching herself, he kissed another mark on the other breast. “Good girl. That’s it. Come for me again. I know you can. Just let go.” He panted, his own end approaching quickly.

“I WANT A BED, MY LOVE!” She yelled as she came, her hands entwined in his hair.

He came moments after her, several loud grunts echoing through the room. Collapsing on top of her, he tried to roll off but instead Anais held her to him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained, but she held firm.

“You’re not hurting me. Stay.” My gentle bear, I know you’d never harm me. “Stay with me a while.”

He responded with a pleased hum, his body relaxing on top of hers. They lay in very comfortable silence for several minutes before Halsin stood with a grunt. “You know, a bed is a good idea. The floor is much lower than I thought.” He teased and held out his hands to help her. “Besides,” his eyes twinkled as he gave her a quick kiss. “The furs can wait until another time, I promise you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while his hands grabbed her ass. Oh good gods, he’s hard again. Tell them about the bed and then…once more?!?! “Hmmm, you’ve given me an idea.” She grinned.

He quirked an amused eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Mum has a chalet—”

“A what?”

“A chalet…like a house for winter…in the north, near the ancestral home of the Wildhearts. Anyways, I’m thinking about furs in front of the large fireplace and us.” She wrinkled her nose and smiled before kissing him again. “Alone. Naked. Doing all sorts of things.”

He pretended to think. “I don’t know, my heart,” he tried to sound serious, but he literally cannot be more pleased. He can’t stop smiling. “Can you guarantee there will be…” Halsin kissed her nose. “Honey? I also have some ideas.”

Her eyes widened, and she let out a squeak. “Oh? Like…honey on my tits?” Tits? Ass? Belly? Cunt?!?!?!

He laughed heartily and lightly tapped her behind. “And other places! Now, let us get clean, and then you can go downstairs and explain our situation.”

Ah yes, the situation. The situation in which we broke a bed. Because we fucked simply too hard. She giggled as she walked to the large tub in the corner of the room, murmuring a spell and tapping the side with a finger. I need to stop home for some nail polish. It’s been too long. “And then?” She asked with a grin.

He reached her in three long strides and kissed her passionately.

Oh. Then…more.

[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we can'tbe neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Commission for @ambribee of their BG3 oc, Ciaran ! 💕✌🏻

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[xanfeursel]

why is this shit always happening with me and astarion

[missbaphomet]

I need to rewatch Crimson Peak because imagine a BG3 Crimson Peak AU.

Anyway rotting my brain imagining Astarion saying "But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all."

[satanicspinosaurus]

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: A great way to explore a character is to see just what it will take to make them act against some trait of theirs. (And yep, love is one of the best ways to do that!) This is a bonus since we are going against both Aldiirn's concepts of women/power AND resource distribution. The grim determination of him reaching through that shitty tent (I'm getting annoyance at this happening, fear of Lae'zel, + concern Astarion will metaphorically bite back about this) melting into really thinking about that damn blanket. Oh! My heart! I'll also say that, the low-key implication that Aldiirn's included in the "they" (via his narrative power) is...interesting. Obviously because we as the audience know he's terrified of someone right now! The Elmenster Red is such a brilliant thing btw! Makes me think of the Kagha Journel as less of, he's got weird tastes/ nosey and more like...OK he's kind of legit hoarding. Not like videogame hoarding where who cares about inventory, it might be useful. No, like hoarding the same way an abused animal would. A potion of speed would be helpful to a rogue but like....he's also just hoarding. Ultimately, I'm thinking about Aldiirn's long-term goals. Does he want an inventory sharing system? Yes. But I think his long-term goals of making the Underdark a place that is livable shines here. Like the choice is to be kind to someone who has suffered. I'm always fascinated when moral goals like honesty vs kindness bump up against each other.

Our little feral cat has like no clue this happened though, huh?

Continuation of Taking Inventory that got a little out of hand. Aldiirn really does treat any interaction with Lae’zel as life or death, meanwhile Lae’zel is just pleased that one of these istiks shows respect.

[alpaca-clouds]

I really find it frustrating how very different in regards to effort the different companion quests in BG3 are.

Like, you have Astarion and Shadowheart who both have those really nice paced out companion quests with a rather good structure in the story, a dungeon for that quest each and this big bombastic finale with stuff that is only connected to their quest and nothing else. They both also - regardless of whether you romance them or not - have quite a few of cut scenes connected to the quest.

Then there are Gale and Lae'zel. Their companion quests are a lot more weaved into the actual main quest which you can see both positive and negative. Positive: They are a lot more related to the plot. Negative: You will do most of the stuff from their quests either way. You can argue that the creché is a dungeon connected to Lae'zel, and you can also make the argument that Laroakan's tower is kinda Gale's dungeon.

Then there is Wyll, who mostly just hangs around during Act 1 and 2 and then has a little tiny bit of quest in Act 3, though the game will very much make sure to push you into the quest even if you have not recruited Wyll or Wyll has left the party. So, yeah, depending how you read it, there are two dungeons that are kinda connected to Wyll (the Iron Throne and then the Ansur dungeon).

And then... there is Karlach. Karlach's quest can be summarized by: "Fight some fake paladins, get one piece of infernal iron, get a second piece of infernal iron, defeat Gortash." The Gortash fight is not even like the two Wyll dungeons, that are not really Wyll exclusive (I mean, technically none of the quests is), that are optional outside of the Wyll questline. No, you will have to confront Gortash in one way or another to finish the game, no matter whether you have Karlach recruited or not.

And it makes it just feel so very... unsatisfying. I think a lot of the problems that people (like me) have with act 3 of the game really are connected to the fact that the endings for the companions outside of Astarion and Shadowheart feel rather, well, as I said: unsatisfying.

I mean, yes, Gale and Lae'zel are connected with the plot, but also their resolution is kinda pushed somehow into this "post-final-boss" scene and hence feels not really as if it actually resolves somethng. Especially as it feels also so very disconnected from basically everything else in the game you do with them.

With Wyll I would even argue that technically the post-Ansur stuff could almost serve as a proper resolution... If the dialogue was not bugged as hell. At least it is for me. And of course it still does not compare at all with the stuff happening with Astarion and Shadowheart.

And then there is Karlach. I just... I am sorry, I hate how the game handels Karlach. Especially because she is such a cool character. But her companion quest gives you less to do than your average side-quest. It is a fucking fetch quest. That's it. And it has no proper resolution. Because in Act 3 there is not even an attempt made to solve her issue. I spoke about that before: I would be totally fine if there was a quest in Act 3 where the player tries to get the engine fixed in the city. BUT THERE ISN'T. It is like: "Well, Dammon does not know anything. Tough luck Karlach. You gotta either die or go back to hell." Meanwhile I am like: "THEN ASK SOMEONE ELSE?" Ask the Ironhand Gnomes, ask the Gondians, ask bloody Gortash, try to make a deal with Raphael. Like, there has to be something, right?

And look, while I would have loved some Halsin content in Act 3, I am fine with the fact that there is not really anything. That is alright. Because really, the entire Act 2 stuff and how Halsin is interwoven with it might very well be the game's highlight for me.

Just as I am fine that Jaheira and Minsc are more like cameos with not that big of a role in Act 3.

(Again, I cannot talk minthy, because I failed to recruit her so far because I do not like to play evil characters.)

But... Yeah. I will not go here and argue that the game is incomplete. It is not. But it still is very frustrating how the game handles the companion quests in this regard, because the companions are the beating heart of the game. And I think the ending of the game would have been more satisfying if the companion quests had been more comparable in quality.

[skeptical-lynx]

Day 4

Cameo with Another Character [Bats from Elden Ring]

twt: https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1808839695968739429?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA

as you may remember we sent Astarion to Elden Ring. this was the inspiration haha:

[tatterings]

HNGAHQLAKSJTKDKSJAK I paid for a Cameo from Neil Newbon and couldn’t be more tickled 😭

My prompt was “I’m the mom friend like Karlach & take care of everyone else. I need a pep talk/Astarion’s best advice on treating myself/self-care!”

I AM DYING; not only is it genuinely very sweet advice and such a fun thing that Neil offers for fans.. but the in-character snippets like “Well hello mummy” 💀

Figured other Astarion stans could appreciate

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Drunk

Rolan drunkenly lashes out at Amelie and then later apologizes. Set in Act 2. SFW.

“…There’s another bottle of Arabellan Dry back there. Put it on the bar, then piss off and leave me alone.”

Rolan?!

Amelie was overjoyed to hear the tiefling’s voice but then worry strangled any elation she felt.

He’s drunk.

He’s yelling at the children.

His siblings were taken.

“Jaheira said we should serve drinks, but that we shouldn’t serve drunks.” Ide said proudly.

“Jaheira didn’t save your ragged little tail from the cultists---I did.”

Oh gods.

As she approached him, she cleared her throat softly. “Alfira told me you’re the reason her and the kids escaped.”

Rolan sneered. “Cute---maybe she’ll write a ballad about me. She can leave out the part where my brother and sister were dragged away screaming while I was saving the orphans.” He spun around to face her, demonic yellow eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “If you hadn’t filled their heads with all that self-righteous heroic crap at the grove, none of this would have happened.”

At first, Amelie had no idea what to say.

Da said to always follow my heart because it would never lead me astray.

What if it did? What if it did and now Rolan hates me for it?

After what felt like an eternity, she said, “Then it’s my responsibility to bring them back.”

I won’t let you down, Rolan.

I won’t.

“They’re my responsibility. You go save the world, or your own arse, or whatever it is you do. I’ll fix this.” He turned back around and drank heavily from the bottle.

Her golden eyes burned with unshed tears, her mouth agape.

“Come on, darling. Let’s go find that cleric of Jaheira’s.” Astarion said not unkindly, offering his arm.

Not for the first time since her adventure began, Amelie cried herself to sleep.

Rolan, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll get them back. I swear. Please, please don’t hate me.

***

“Ahem, may I join you, my lady?”

Amelie blinked and then smiled at Rolan, standing like a nervous little boy. Awww! “Of course. Please.” She was sitting on the stone wall outside of Last Light, away from the others. Sometimes you need a little peace and quiet, you know? He nodded quickly and sat next to her, placing his hands in his lap.

He stared at the ground as he began to speak. “I, um, wanted to thank you again for bringing Lia and Cal back, b-but also to apologize for my behavior when you arrived a few days ago. I’m…” Oh gods, is he crying? Oh no! “I’m ashamed of myself. That’s no way to treat anyone, let alone a lady. I must ask for your forgiveness, your ladyship, though it’s not deserved in any way.”

Her heart broke for him. Reaching for his hand, she took it in hers. “Rolan, please. Just Amelie, and I do forgive you. You were upset and angry…rightfully so—”

One of my tutors called me “stubbornly self-righteous.”

Accurate.

And it nearly got Rolan and his siblings killed.

“My lady,” he lifted his head so he could meet her worried gaze. “Please don’t make excuses for me. I behaved like an uncouth, drunken ass. I beg your forgiveness.”

I want to kiss him.

NO.

Don’t do that.

He doesn’t like me in that way. No one does.

She smiled, squeezing his hand. “Oh Rolan, of course I forgive you. You’re my friend.” And that’s all I’ll ever be to you, to anyone, even though it breaks my heart. “That’s what friends do---forgive each other.”

“F-friends? We’re friends?” A single tear fell down a freckled cheek.

Oh Rolan.

You’re so much more than a friend to me.

“I think so. I hope so?” Amelie chuckled, wiping away his tears with a handkerchief. “At least to me you are.”

I want to kiss him.

Tell him how much I care.

Then kiss him some more.

A small smile tugged on his lips. “Yes. Yes, my lady. My friend.” He took both her hands in his, placing them on his lap. “Thank you.”

If I can’t kiss him, then I might as well—

She suddenly pulled Rolan into a hug.

He returned her embrace, groaning. “Good gods, woman! Do you hug all your friends like this?!”

Joke’s on you, Rolan.

Because you’re damn right I do!

“As a matter of fact—”

He groaned again and let go of her. “Hmph, I suppose I’ll need to get used to you hugging me.” Despite his tone, he was smiling like he’s the happiest person in Faerun. He’s so handsome.

I really want to kiss him.

No.

No.

No.

She barely suppressed a yawn and blushed. “Gods, sorry. I should go to bed. It’s been a long day, and tomorrow is another long one.” When she stood, so did he. Rolan offered his arm, which she very happily took. “Are you walking me back, Rolan?”

“Yes, my lady. It’s what a friend would do, no?”

Rolan, you tease.

I see your grin.

You’re teasing me!

Stop thinking about kissing him…

It’ll never happen…

Then again, if I consider my current predicament, it proves that anything can happen.

Amelie did not realize she and Rolan arrived at her room.

“My lady?”

Shit.

She smiled, feeling more tired by the second. “Thanks, Rolan. Have a good night, and…” SHIT. “You’re a good man. I’m glad you’re my friend.”

I’m in love with you.

You don’t have to shoulder your burdens alone.

You have me.

I’m yours.

Wait, is he blushing? That’s so cute!

“Thank you. You too. Good night, my lady.” He muttered as he disappeared down the hall, posture as stiff as a board.

Was that flirting?

I think it was?

[artbymesa]

I'm normal about the wizard I promise

Larian can't hurt me with Gale's slow burn romance if I contribute to the pain

From the line he gives us, it seems Tara did the thinking in the way of using magic items. So the idea that Mr. Hermit never considered asking this of a person didn't feel like much of a stretch 🤣

Okay but joking aside, this idea occurred to me and I just. Needed to exorcise it out of my brain. I knew it wouldn't leave me alone until it existed outside of me lol

As tragic as Mystra's charge is, as far as I can tell Gale seems to avoid reciprocating Tav's advances until he's given it since.... y'know, he might not be around much longer;;;

The way Gale shakes in camp absolutely wrecks me. And I wanted so bad to help him more between when the last item stopped working and when he gets the charge. To do something for him, even if it was a temporary comfort (maybe lose a spell slot or two that day from the cost of something like this?). Larian has already done so, so much in the way of camp interactions like the ones with Astarion (the mirror, the scars, etc) and I am so thoroughly grateful and impressed with what we already get but aeugh, I WANT it haha

Small cameo from @chocolatefrizz89's durge on that last page since this is a multiplayer run~!

[sorceresssundries]

The Wizard who Waited

Summary: It is time to go and face the Elder Brain, and Tav stops by Sorcerous Sundries in the hope of saying farewell to Rolan. Let's all just pretend we don't meet him at the high-hall before the battle.

Pairing: Rolan x gn Tav - SFW

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N - This work is inspired by one of George's cameos. Featuring a monologue written by @gender-in-a-blender. I loved it so much that I wanted to create a short story to wrap it in.

'Wait! Before you go, I have something I need to get off my chest. You are without a doubt the most maddening person I have ever met! You are reckless and foolhardy! You put yourself in harm’s way time and time again, and it’s enough to drive a man to insanity... because… You see, I think about you constantly. Wondering where you are, what you’re doing, whether you’re safe. I think about the brief moments of time we’ve had together and how it’s not been enough. How it will never be enough. I know I can’t convince you to stay here with me, safe in this tower, but when this is all over... I want you to come back to me. Please, will you come back to me? Don't answer me right now. Go save the Gods-damned Gate. And if you want this, if you want us... come back to me. I'll be waiting.' - Written by @gender-in-a-blender

It was time.

Night fell, as surely and steadily as it always had. The last blood-red rays of sunlight sank below the skyline of the quaking city, leaving Tav to wonder if they would ever feel its warmth on their skin again. 

There was no time to dwell on it. Blades sharp and spells readied, Tav and their companions made their way through Baldur’s Gate, the night air thick with promise. Whether that promise was of victory or defeat, there was no way of knowing, but the dread Tav felt was so intense they could choke on it. Candlelight flickered in the windows of the houses they passed, and babies cried, hushed by fretful parents unable to soothe them from the now-regular tremors rumbling through the city like shockwaves.

It would all end soon.

In front of Tav stood Sorcerous Sundries, light filtering out from the stained glass of the magnificent domed roof, scattering ripples of blue and orange through the surrounding streets.

Perhaps Rolan was there...

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Tav said to their steel-faced companions. “Let me see if I can get any last-minute supplies…”

They exchanged a knowing glance as Tav headed off.

“Darling, a giant brain is about to split the city apart, is now really the time for this?” Astarion called as Tav made their way over to the wizarding shop. Tav ignored him, as they often did.

“Leave it, Istik. A warrior should be granted a final goodbye to the source of their joy before a battle.” Lae’zel’s usually sharp voice was solemn.

The source of their joy. Was it so obvious?

It was late, and the shop was empty. Only a few enchanted sets of armor clunked around, guarding the precious wares and tomes. Despite its emptiness, the air was ripe with magic, sweet and delicate, like spun sugar and silk. The disappointment of not seeing the new archmage at the front desk busying himself in books was more profound than Tav had thought it would be. He must be in his tower. Perhaps they could leave him a letter, or even a...

“Well, if it isn’t the meddling hero!” Rolan appeared at the top of the stairs. His words were a usual wry quip, but a smile played on his lips, warm and inviting. “What trouble are you in now?” He made his way across to Tav, he looked as beautiful as ever.

Tav saw his gaze rake over their freshly sharpened blade and restless hands. His smile died.

“I…” Tav hesitated, searching for the right words. “We’ve gathered what we need to destroy the Absolute. We’re leaving now.” Tav wanted to say goodbye, but the words didn’t leave their throat.

The truth was, it was more than saying goodbye. Tav had stopped by to commit his face to memory. To count and remember each freckle and burn them so deeply into them that not even death could wipe them away. They were a constellation Tav wanted to map out and carry with them, wherever they went. They wanted to hear his voice one last time, so it would be fresh and colourful in their mind as the world quieted into darkness around them.

They wanted to tell him they loved him, but couldn’t bring themselves to say it.

It wasn’t fair to offer that now, freshly uncovered and full of potential with nowhere to spread out it’s wings. It is a precious thing, deserving more than to be grasped for a fleeting moment only to be let go.

‘I love you’ was a beginning to something that Tav couldn’t offer. 

“Right.” Rolan looked up through the stained dome of the ceiling, up to the stars, and squared his shoulders. “Let me leave a note for Cal and Lia. I’ll grab a few things and then…”

“No!” Tav grabbed hold of his arm in a panic before he could move away. “I need you to stay here.” His face slips further into his familiar frown.

“I can assure you I am perfectly capable of helping, despite what I may have demonstrated so far.”

“I know,” Tav said as calmly as they could, trying to keep the frayed edges of their nerves from knotting into their voice. They couldn’t let him know how frightened they were; it wouldn’t be fair.

“I need you to prepare the artillery. We’ll need it when the time comes.” Tav could see he was torn, clever thoughts dancing just behind his eyes, restless and painful. “Besides, the city will be in trouble and the tower will be the safest place for people looking for shelter. The safest place for Cal and Lia. For you. Please, Rolan. I’ll send a signal for when to fire.”

“Get someone else to send the damned signal! Stay here, if it’s so safe.”

“I can’t.”

“Let the others handle it!”

“Rolan.”

“Why must it be you?! Don’t be so foolish!”

“Rolan…”

“Surely there is someone else out there willing to die for this fucking city.” The air fizzled with his anger. Tav took a deep breath, steadying themselves. 

“Am I allowed to say something now?”

“Not if that something is ‘goodbye’” His voice cracked against that final word.

The world had not been kind to Rolan. Tav couldn’t bear to think about the countless goodbyes he must have endured throughout his life. To Elturel, his family, his friends, and now, to them. The scars of these losses ran deep, each one carving away a piece of his heart. Another challenge was about to come his way, and Tav prayed his would be the last scar Rolan would ever have to bear. He deserved a life of joy with the ones he loved, free to settle into the peace he had fought for. 

The thought of not being there to witness it almost caused Tav to crumble. They could picture it so clearly - Rolan laughing with his siblings, standing in the moonlight at the top of his tower, gazing down at the home he had finally found. It was a vision Tav yearned to be part of, but one they knew they might never see.

They had to leave now, or they would lose the strength to go at all.

“I know what needs to be done, and I have what is needed to do it.” Tav eyes shimmer. “It has to be me.”

They took a step towards him, a hand held out, but Rolan stopped them before they could get close.

“Don’t you dare hug me! I do not want our only embrace to have been as you wave me off on your way to war, leaving me behind like some weepy, heart-wrecked widow.”

A fresh ache stretched out in Tav's chest. Would he really let them leave without at least a hug goodbye? They hadn’t realised how much they had been relying on it.

“The world could end if I don’t go.” Tav said simply.

“Let it” Rolan replied.

The air between them was thick with unspoken words; the soldier who came to say goodbye and the wizard who would not let them. Another rumble shook the walls, and books tumbled from their shelves, scattering like fallen bodies across the floor, spines cracked and splayed open.

“We’re running out of time,” Tav said softly, unsure if they were referring to the world or the two of them. In this moment, it might as well be the same thing.

Rolan sighed deeply, holding his head in his hands for a few moments, his tail swaying in agitation. Tav wanted to go to him, to feel his arms wrap around them and lose themselves in the few quiet moments they had left, for their own sake as well as his.

His reaction was different from what Tav expected.

“You are without a doubt the most maddening person I have ever met!” Rolan suddenly burst out. Tav didn’t know how to respond; they hadn’t been expecting a scolding. Rolan took a step forward, coming within reaching distance. His eyes blazed and his chest heaved with angry breaths.

“You are reckless and foolhardy! You put yourself in harm’s way time and time again, and it’s enough to drive a man to insanity... because…” The bluster suddenly lessened, and the hurt and worry spilled through the cracks in his voice. “You see, I think about you constantly. Wondering where you are, what you’re doing, whether you’re safe. I think about the brief moments of time we’ve had together and how it’s not been enough. How it will never be enough. I know I can’t convince you to stay here with me, safe in this tower, but when this is all over... I want you to come back to me. Please, will you come back to me?”

He sounded gentle and afraid, and Tav wanted to say, “Of course I will. Of course, you stubborn, uptight, short-tempered, wonderful man.” But that was not an oath they could bring themselves to swear. Tav couldn’t bear the thought of dying with the pain of a breaking a  promise to the man they loved.

“Don’t answer me right now,” he sighed into the hesitant silence. “Wait there.”

He began to move through the chaos of the shop, rifling through drawers, shifting clinking bottles in cabinets, and pulling down various concoctions to gather in his arms. Murmuring in Infernal as he read labels and blew off dust, he eventually brought his collection back over to Tav.

Placing them on the counter, he started to sort through them.

“Thank you, but I really don't need…”

“Shut up and take them. This one is peerless focus. Give it to Gale; it will help him maintain his concentration. Gods know that fool will need it. This one is Bloodlust, fitting for your vampire friend. There are a few oils for blades and arrows which will increase their effectiveness. Giant Strength for Karlach and Lae’zel. And this one is for you.”

He set down a small vial that glistened with a honey-like substance, viscous and molten, the same color as his eyes.

“Guileful Movement,” he declared, his fierce gaze meeting Tav’s.

“You are strong, but you lack speed, and you get so caught up in watching out for everyone else that you leave yourself vulnerable.”

Placing the vial in Tav’s palm, he wrapped his hands around theirs, the warmth and softness comforting.

“Drink it before you fight. Move fast. Focus on your own strikes, and for the love of gods, run if you need to. You never seemed to do enough running.”

Tav smiled at him. “I never needed to.”

“Yes, yes, you were very tough and brave and beautiful, but trust me, there was no shame in running.” He kissed Tav’s hand, still cradled between both of his. “Run back to me.”

There was a sudden gentleness to his voice that Tav hadn’t properly heard before. They wanted to spend entire afternoons, whole summers, a lifetime sinking into the softness of that voice. They only had a few minutes at most.

Tav smiled, for the first time since coming into the store. Rolan wanted them to come back to him, he believed he would see them again. Perhaps things weren’t so bleak after all. A warm drop of hope fell upon Tav’s poor, burnt-out heart and it was enough to let something settle and take root. 

“Look at how far you’ve come.” Tav cradled his cheek with their palm. “From the chains of hell to the top of the tower. You, Cal, and Lia, all safe and together, as you should be.”

“I should be keeping you safe.” His voice was small and quiet as he fixed his eyes to the floor. 

“Always the protector.” Tav said, and they tilted his chin so his gentle eyes meet theirs. “You are. Keep me safe a little longer, wait for me, and i’ll come back to you.”

They kissed then, for the first time. 

When Tav had imagined their first kiss with Rolan, they had expected softness, uncertainty, maybe a little clumsiness—but there was none of that here. There was no time to be uncertain. His hands gripped the front of Tav’s robes like they were a lifeline, and his lips caressed theirs as though the taste of them could save him. Tav held onto him just as desperately in return, wishing it was enough to anchor them there.

Tav craved the luxury of an unhurried, tentative kiss. Perhaps during a leisurely stroll through the park, or after a little wine-soaked bravery from an evening spent together in the Elf-song Tavern. A slow kiss under a clear sky, savouring the joy of knowing it didn’t have to be perfect - it just had to be the first of many.

Tav thought of this now as his mouth moved against theirs, feeling the cool dampness of his tears mingling with their own. The kiss softened, their breaths steadied.

It was time to say goodbye.

Tav reluctantly pulled back, their forehead resting against Rolan's. 

"That was not a last kiss," Rolan said, his voice a hushed murmur. "That was a first."

Tav nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in their throat. They didn't trust themselves to speak, afraid that any words would break the fragile dam keeping them together.

Rolan's hands lingered on Tav's cheeks for a moment before he let them fall to his sides. "Go save the Gods-damned Gate," he said, his voice steadier now, "And if you want this, if you want us... come back to me. I'll be waiting."

It was done.

Tav left more hopeful than when they arrived, their soul bright and burning and loved. 

They had a battle to win, and a new future to fight for.

______________________________________________________________

Hours had now passed, and Rolan stood at the top of his tower, a solitary silhouette against the flames and cries that echoed through the city. He gripped the ledge with white-knuckled intensity, his red skin stark against the pale stone, keeping himself steady.

The cannon had been fired, its aim fierce and true, and Rolan knew he had done all he could. Below him, Baldur’s Gate burned. Nautiloids filled the night sky, their fiery payloads raining down destruction, and the air was so choked with smoke that Rolan thought even the gaze of the Gods could not pierce it. There would be no help from them now. Debris and explosions collided with the tower's defenses, dissipating into dust and smoke against invisible barriers. Cal and Lia were on the lowest level, rallying the survivors, providing aid and shelter amidst the devastation.

His eyes, accustomed to fire and loss, remained fixed on the High Hall and the looming Elder Brain above it. The city was a grim echo of a past he did not want to think about. How many war-torn, flame-licked cities would he have to watch be assaulted? 

He could not think of Elturel now; that was the past, and he had a future to hope for. 

The temptation to reach for a bottle, to drown his helplessness in wine as he had done at the Last Light Inn, tugged at him. But he resisted. He was not that man anymore; Tav had made sure of that. He would not succumb to ineffectuality. He was more than he was then. For Tav’s sake, for his own sake, he would wait here, steadfast and vigilant. He would watch out for the person he loved, for as long as it took.

Through the smoke and clouds, atop the brain, strobes of magic flickered. He tried to discern the signs of each spell, to picture the battle. The light was dim and soft through the smoke, like lightning blanketed by storm clouds. The flashes of battle-slung spells bloomed through the dark. Sounds of cracks and hisses followed the scattered lights, shots of reds and greens and pulsing golds.

Rolan’s heart pounded with each flare, each distant explosion. He imagined Tav amidst the fray, their blade slashing through the chaos, their determination as fierce as ever. He whispered a silent prayer to any deity who might be listening, hoping that Tav’s courage and skill would see them through this nightmare.

The minutes stretched into an eternity. Every second felt like a lifetime, the wait unbearable. But Rolan watched and he waited, the fate of Baldur’s Gate - and his heart - hanging in the balance.

And then, the elder brain fell. 

Time fractured into shards as the creature tumbled from the sky like a marionette with severed strings. It convulsed and spasmed, desperate waves of psychic shockwaves firing from it erratically. The dangling spinal column lashed and whipped into the city's buildings as it descended, ensuring a final barrage of destruction. With a resounding crash, it plunged into the waters of the Chionthar, its reign of terror culminating in a colossal, explosive orb of energy. The shockwave erupted outward, smashing through the city, shattering glass and hurling Rolan backward, knocking him against the wall of his tower and into unconsciousness. His last thought as he slipped away being of Tav’s fate, and the certainty that he would not see them again. 

He was wrong.

When Rolan awoke, roused by Lia and dragged down to help the wounded, he felt broken. It hurt to breathe, to think. He just wanted to get out into the city, where the light of a new day spilled over the wreckage of the night before. He wanted to find Tav, whatever that meant. 

The hero of Baldur’s Gate stood, leaning against the doorway to the tower, clutching their side. Bloodstained and bruised, their armor and weapon abandoned, they now wore only a sweat-soaked shirt and trousers, looking less like a mighty hero and more like a lost refugee. The second they saw Rolan amid the survivors and chaos, joy filled their chest and pulled a laugh from between cracked ribs.

It was over. They had won. And even though their legs were tired, their muscles burned, and their heart ached from saying goodbye to forged family, they had come back.

The taste of the golden, honey-thick potion Rolan had pressed into their palm still lingered sweetly on their tongue.

They had run back to him.

Rolan's eyes widened when he spotted Tav. He pushed through the crowd, ignoring the protests of those around him. In moments, he was in front of them, his hands hovering uncertainly before he finally pulled them into a tight embrace. The feel of his arms around them was everything Tav had fought for. 

“You idiot! I thought you were dead.” He admonished.

“Careful.” Said Tav, wincing from the enthusiasm of his hug. “Don’t be greedy.”

There would be time now, in the settling dust, for peace to be found, clutched, and cherished. 

For the two heroes who had given each other hope when it had all but been extinguished. 

For the soldier who came to say goodbye, and the wizard who did not let them.

[glazedsnail]

I watch this whenever I'm down in the dump.

Which is a lot lmao

My husband got me this glorious cameo from Neil Newbon for my birthday.

I edited the names out, and maybe it'll work for you too. (because he says my name, Astarion says my name, I'm normal about this 😭)

Nothing works like Neil Newbon as Astarion telling you how wonderful you are, and that you're not alone.

Almost make my prescription useless. Almost.

[roguishcat]

🦇 Batstarion week - Day 7🦇

Day 1 - Falling asleep in unusual places, Day 2 - Cuteness aggression, Day 3 - High fashion, Day 4 - Cameo with another character, Day 5 - Feeding your Batstation, Day 6 - Bat cuddles

Day 7 – Any prompt (I decided to go with my version of Happily Ever After)

Astarion looked at his lover. Hair tousled, you lay on lightly crumpled bedsheets, one arm on the pillow whilst the bat lounged on the other. So unkempt, so disheveled, and so very precious to him.

Rising gently and being mindful of his claws so as to not to wake you up, Astarion crawled on his elbows until he reached the hollow at the base of your neck. With a content sigh, he made himself comfortable, pushing his snout against your skin. Inhaling deeply, he flicked his tongue out for a taste, feeling snackish but not wanting to disturb your sleep.

“Mm? Star?”

Astarion stilled. Beady eyes flicked to your face as you stirred and raised your hand to tickle his side. He chittered and nipped at the offending fingers. He would not permit such treatment even from his love!

And then you felt a gust of magic as Astarion’s hands grasped yours, holding you down against the bed.

“Tsk, cheeky pup. Attacking me when I can’t retaliate,” he admonished you playfully, kissing the side of your mouth.

“What can I say? I don’t play fair,” you giggled and tried to get away from him only to have Astarion reposition himself to pin you down completely.

“Good. Neither do I,” he said, cool breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and making you shiver.

“I have to admit,” you smiled as he slowly kissed his way down, “that although you make an adorable bat, I missed spending time with you.”

“Darling, I’ve been around you constantly,” he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I know.”

He paused, looking up and into your eyes.

“I admit, perhaps I got a bit carried away. I could not help but enjoy the advantages.”

“You just like being waited on hand and foot,” you snorted.

“How dare you! Are you insinuating that I’ve not been helpful?”

“I am stating it outright,” you smiled. “You’ve been a lazy little bat.”

“Little?” He lifted his eyebrows. “Well… perhaps that form is small. However,” he thrust his hips forward, making you bite your lip to stifle a moan, “I am not.”

And this was the last thing you said to each other for a while. However, the suggestive sounds emanating from inside your bedroom – a growl, a groan, a gasp -and a happy sigh could only mean one thing.

Happily ever after.

[ejoym]

I’m curious! Does Devlin’s Zombie Foot ever start rotting and need to be replaced? Does it smell corpsey? Attract flies?

Yes, yes, and yes!

Devlin needs to regularly replace her zombie foot. It can last about a month of normal wear and tear. Half that time with strenuous use. Neither her nor Astarion are much bothered by the corpsey smell. She doesn't even notice it considering her upbringing in the sewers. The flies, however, are the first sign that it's time to find a replacement!

I'm actually storyboarding a comic about this, with Astarion and Devlin going on a "shopping" trip for a new foot, inspired by a brilliant comment from @tadpole-apocalypse! (PSST... to my MUTUALS: If any of ya'll would like to see your OC cameo in the next fancomic as a potential mark foot, hit me up! 😂) Here's a little teaser illustration! WARNING: decaying zombie foot under the cut. Dead dove: do not eat.

Annnd...here's an uncropped version for those who wanna appreciate the full art!

Fun note: I looked at ballet dancers feet for reference because what their feet endure is true horror.

[fangswbenefits]

This is so fucking awesome omg! The boyfriend got a Cameo from Neil as Astarion so he could propose to his girlfriend 😭🩷