#bg3 bullshit tag

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

More BG3 brain:

I have spent a while trying to work out Mae’s relationship with her archfey patron, and her patron’s personality, and I’ve got that mostly on lock, so now I’m thinking about what her patron thinks of Astarion and that’s just like. really funny to me. I think Astarion is living with the vibe where like, it’s like if you’re dating a woman and she brings you to her family reunion and one of her aunts who she’s kinda close to is perfectly polite to you, but you can tell she’s kinda looking down her nose at you. Like she doesn’t like your vibes. Like she’s gonna pull your girlfriend to the side and ask are you sure? and she’ll respect that the answer is yes but she’s just like. You know you are on your way to becoming the somewhat-questionable in-law in her eyes. You can tell.

Except instead of “weird rich aunt”, it’s “Archfey who gives your girlfriend warlock powers”. So like. There’s that.

#Mae tries very hard to maintain a work-life balance where she keeps her patron separate from her personal life #but her patron ABSOLUTELY wants to get nosy and meet everybody #bg3 bullshit tag #< we are making that now. for Maeposting

[lelelego]

hook, line, and sinker

(tav/astarion)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tav #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #oc: casrius #doodly thingy #bg3 tag #i think a lot about astarion manipulating tav into a relationship in act 1 :^) the way he thinks that's the only way he'll be 'safe'. augh #and tbh it's. pretty true for casrius. because initially he only teams up with everyone cuz he thinks they're useful and that's it. #he was already on his way to ditch astarion because of how they met (iykyk) #casrius knows astarion is up to some bullshit but falls for it anyway because he is not immune to twink ass #he tells himself again and again it's JUST physical and then oops! all berries

[kawareo]

Bhaalist Unholy Communion

This post has been living in my brain rent free and then it hit me in just the right headspace to turn into a vent thing and made me write poetry for the first time since eight grade anyway enjoy my ramblings under cut

because isn't it fucked up that Durge has no bodily autonomy? That he's nothing (using he/him because im looking at my Durge specifically) without Bhaal because not even his own body is his own but still a part of Bhaal?

And sure it is an honor to be Bhaal's Chosen, but is it really if you never got the chance to choose yourself? Strike, my Durge, was born a Bhaalspawn and grew up in the cult since he was eight. It's all he's ever known, he's worshiped for being a demi-god, he's powerful and on top, and in the end, literally everything he has is only because his Father lets him have it.

The Communion especially shows that, with Strike being still worshiped, but it hurts him, the Bhaalists rip his body apart, use it, consume it, and he needs to think of it as a blessing because how lucky is he, to be the soul that was loaned piece of a god to guard? He'd think of his own body like that.

And it hurts Bhaalists, too! It works both ways! His blood is poisonous and his flesh aches in their throats, but it's a blessing! God of Murder loves his son and his love hurts, and if you love him back, you must let yourself be hurt and know how lucky you are to be allowed to be hurt by Bhaal or his mortal flesh itself!

I'm just very into the whole 'no bodily autonomy' thing that we have going on with Durge, like his father not only can take control of his body via the Urge, but he has Sceleritas to guide him away from anything that could be not by Bhaal's books, Orin and Saverok to be a (although messed up as hell) family to him so he'll never look for another, and to some degree, Bhaal can control Durge's mind...

No wonder he'd run to Gortash in the end. The first one who sees more than a Bhaalspawn when he looks at Strike, more than Bhaal's scion, he sees a person and ngl it's totally Bhaal's fault that Strike ended up like that

#im going off to bed those last few days ive been a mess #hope you like my bullshit #poetry #character study #bhaalspawn #bg3 #durgetash #mild but fuck you my tags #fanart #the dark urge #bg3 durge #durge #bg3 bhaal #bhaalist #comic #angst #vent art #kawa rambles #cw blood #cw cannibalism #cw body horror #cult of bhaal #enver gortash #the dark urge x enver gortash #drow durge

[gale-force-storm]

New Perspective

Rating: E Pairing: Gale x female!Tav Additional tags: pwp, face-sitting, breathplay (not intentional, Gale just gets a bit carried away) Word Count: 1.3k

Read it on AO3

"I hoped you might indulge me in something.” “Of course, my love. What is it?” she asked, excitement clear in her eyes. “I was hoping to taste you.” Tav's brows furrowed and she opened her mouth, doubtless to say that this request was nothing new. “I was hoping,” he interjected before she got the chance, “to do so from a... different angle than usual.”

Literally just 1300 words of face-sitting

It was lovely, these slow, heated moments together. Laying side by side, kissing, hands trailing where they pleased, clothing long discarded. Gale grasped Tav's waist firmly and rolled, pulling her on top of him. She happily followed the movement, settling in above him and grinding appreciatively onto the hardness now pressed against her core. The movement didn't last long though, as Gale gripped her hips to hold her in place.

“Wait,” he breathed against her lips. “I...” He hesitated, eyes glancing quickly to and away from her.

“Yes?” she prompted after a moment.

“I was- that is to say, I hoped you might indulge me in something.”

Tav's eyes lit up. She'd been trying to get him to ask for more in bed for ages, claiming he was too generous (as if such a thing were possible). He wasn't entirely sure what he was afraid of, if he was being honest. He knew by now that she wouldn't be upset over a simple request. Especially not when she'd been directly asking him to make more of them. But old habits died hard, and old anxieties and insecurities lingered. Still, a thought had been forming in the back of his mind, spurred on by faded yet compelling memories of youthful dalliances. Compelling enough for him to brave asking for it.

“Of course, my love. What is it?” she asked, excitement clear in her eyes.

“I was hoping to taste you.” Tav's brows furrowed and she opened her mouth, doubtless to say that this request was nothing new. “I was hoping,” he interjected before she got the chance, “to do so from a... different angle than usual.” He pulled on her hips, trying to move her up his body. He saw her eyes widen as she took his meaning.

“Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you.”

“Absolutely positive,” he replied, this time without any hesitation. “I...” he paused again, glancing away. “I haven't had the opportunity in quite some time, but I have done it before and I remember finding it quite enjoyable. Though of course if you would rather not-” He was cut off by a kiss, warm and affectionate.

“If you're sure,” Tav murmured against his lips, “and you truly would enjoy it, then I would be happy to oblige.”

Gale's breath caught and his fingers dug more firmly into her hips. He looked up at her and could almost feel the hunger in his own expression. He licked his lips and pulled at her again, and this time she followed. In moments she held herself above his face, bracing against the headboard as his hands trailed from her hips down to grip and knead at her thighs. He leaned up and kissed the inside of one, then nipped at it, startling a pleased little sound from her.

“Perfect,” he murmured. He pulled down on her thighs and she slowly lowered herself until she was barely an inch from him, his breath fanning over her already wet folds and making her shiver. He would never get used to how eager she was for him. How easily he could coax her into arousal. It was a gift and a wonder every time.

He wasted no time, briefly nuzzling against her folds before licking a broad stripe from her entrance up to her clit. Tav gripped the headboard tighter, her legs shaking slightly.

Gale was in paradise. Tav's thighs, so strong yet soft, surrounded his head. Looking up he could only see her cunt, already glistening for him, and the long lines of her torso leading up to her breasts. Her warmth and scent surrounded him, his whole world reduced down to only her. He moaned as he licked her again, savoring the sweet, salty, musky taste of her. He moved his hands, one drifting down so he could spread her open with his thumb, the other sliding back to grip her delightful backside and urge her further onto him. He licked down from her clit, sliding his tongue into her once he reached her entrance, and she moaned, her hips twitching towards his mouth. Gale hummed his approval and thrust into her with his tongue, hoping she would do it again. He licked deep, letting his nose nudge against her clit, and was rewarded with a whine and another twitch. After a minute or two he changed tactics, the hand holding her open moving down so he could slide one, then two fingers into her while he eagerly lapped and sucked at her clit. This got the reaction he was looking for: her hips grinding down as she rode his tongue. Her moans were almost drowned out by his own, muffled though his were.

He pulled away just enough to pant “That's it, love. Just like that,” before diving back in, burying his face in her warm, slick center. He relished every sound she made. Every grind against his enthusiastic tongue. Every clench of her core when he did something she particularly liked. She was everywhere, overwhelming, and he never wanted to be anywhere else. He felt almost dazed as he licked at her, chasing her pleasure. Nothing else mattered. He didn't need petty things like air, he only needed more of her taste, her scent, the soft slickness of her against his face, and her beautiful moans showering down from above him. Moans that might have been breathtaking if he hadn't already been a bit short of breath as it was. He didn't mind a bit. His own gasping breaths and the slight lightheadedness only served to enhance his pleased near-delirium. Stars burst behind his eyelids, and he genuinely didn't know if they were from pleasure, lack of air, or both. He thought he may be able to get off on this alone, and was more than eager to test that theory.

As it stood, though, he could tell that Tav was reaching her limit. Her moans had morphed into whimpers, and the rolling grinds of her hips had turned into desperate, arhythmic thrusts. He slid his fingers into her as far as he was able and drew her clit between his lips, flicking the very tip of his tongue against it as he sucked. She arched above him, her thighs clamping around his head and shaking as she crested her peak, moaning his name in a way that nearly had him tumbling over that edge with her, still untouched. He coaxed her through it with gentler movements of his lips and tongue, savoring her pleasure. He couldn't help his whine as she rolled off of him, though given the slight burn in his lungs as he gulped in a breath, he had to admit it was probably for the best. Besides, he couldn't complain about the way she moved to lie next to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him fiercely, licking and kissing her own wetness from where it had essentially coated his face from nose to chin.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “You got a bit quiet there towards the end.”

“Much more than alright, my dove,” he panted, grinning. “That was...” he trailed off, trying to think of how to adequately describe what he was feeling.

“Everything you hoped for?” she proposed after a moment.

“And more,” he confirmed. “You are magnificent. Wondrous. Perfection itself.”

Tav shook her head slightly, but she knew better than to argue with him when he got this effusive.

“So, I take it you want to do this again sometime?”

“Gods yes. I-I mean, if you are amenable, of course,” he added, catching up to his own overeager tone. Tav simply smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

“I would be very amenable,” she replied. “Though for now...” she reached down and slid a couple fingers lightly up his shaft, making him shudder. “How would you like to finish? My mouth? My hand? My breasts? My cunt?”

Gale groaned, rolling his hips into her touch. “However you want me. You've indulged me once already this evening, it's your turn to choose.”

Normally Tav might have argued, but instead she simply hummed thoughtfully. “That's true. I suppose I can give you this one. And in that case,” she said, kissing her way down his body, “I'd like to take my turn tasting you.”

#bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale x tav smut #that's right folks i'm finally fully back on my bullshit and the smut train has left the station #my writing #hotter than a fireball #never posted smut to a main tag before so this is a fun new adventure!

[theharlotofferelden]

Gonna take the bigot’s advice and make my own post on this.

The problem I have with people having this “opinion” or “headcanon” that Astarion is gay (or that Karlach is a lesbian) is that it’s directly alienating to bi and pan folks within the community. Like, there’s bi and pan ppl in the community and you’re saying this shit on main like it’s just a cute lil opinion that’s free of consequences. It’s not ✨just an opinion✨. When you say shit like this, you’re stereotyping queer people and are invalidating that bi and pan ppl exist and are allowed to exist in ways that contradict your understanding of what it means to be queer.

Acting like there’s a difference between saying “I can’t imagine him with women” and saying you only see him as a gay man is being deliberately obtuse. We all know what you mean and the fact that you’d prefer to double down and act like a child in an adult fandom is honestly embarrassing.

On top of that, you have folks (like this person) claiming that because they’re queer themselves they are somehow incapable of perpetuating queer stereotypes and/or being bi/panphobic. I don’t know how to make you understand that it’s complacent to think your identity makes you immune to being a bigot. I rly don’t.

If you’re thoroughly invested in the idea that Astarion is gay and Karlach is a lesbian, please ask yourself why. Then ask yourself why you are easily ruffled when people try to tell you that your opinion is directly harmful to the community. Then ask yourself why it’s so important to cling onto this “headcanon” and what you’re really losing when you acknowledge that all of these characters are bi and pan.

But to the folks who are gearing up to chime in with “lol I’m not reading all of that”: I’m sorry I’m not fucking pithy enough to speak on a subject that gets rehashed every fucking decade. Peace and love ✌️

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #karlach #i don’t wade into discourse ever but I’m so fucking tired of this shit #‘go outside’ bitch I AM OUTSIDE #I’m literally at a drive thru rn waiting for the movie to start #sorry I’m capable of replying to your bullshit while I’m doing RL shit #eta adding tags for blacklist #fandom critical #discourse #bg3 discourse #bg3 fandom critical #biphobia #panphobia

[hamartia-grander]

"have you ever considered that Ulder was having the worst year of his life" he was Wyll's father. Ulder failed Wyll, not the other way around. If you honestly think how he treated Wyll was remotely okay parenting I hope to God you never have kids. Christ alive.

#More in reblogs for people who can't use their brain #Instantly blocked lmfao. Get the fuck out of Wyll's tag with that bullshit #“have more understanding for Ulder” NO. FUCK YOU. #Bg3 #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #Every day I see the shittiest take in the Wyll tag and every day I must make a post to counter it

[weatheredlaw]

If you tag your emperor hate posts with his character name I’m blocking you on sight im too old for this shit and also I am voluntarily living in an echo chamber. Sorry that’s my comfort character. Yes he lies. Yes he eats brains. Yes he made me deal with his messy ass divorce. No I will not be taking questions or criticisms.

#bg3 emperor #keep your bullshit out of the tag

[veilkeeper]

Astarion: You know, I feel a connection between us. Like we're two souls walking the same path. You might be a little naive in the ways of the world, but I see promise in you. Ambition. Roz: What do you mean 'naive'? Astarion: Just that you... have a big heart. You like doing what's right. So I was thinking, what would be the right thing to do when we get to Moonrise Towers? When we come face-to-face with whoever is controlling the parasites in our heads. Roz: Seize control of the cult ourselves? Astarion: Yes, exactly! Just think, how many people have the mind flayers infected? Hundreds? Thousands? And they're not just goblin trash - there are powerful people in the worms' thrall. Whoever's waiting for us at Moonrise Towers controls it all. But if we can take that control from them, imagine the power we'd wield. Roz: And how would we do that, exactly? Astarion: I mean - I assume there's some device controlling these things, so we find that, murder some people, and... Look, I'm not a 'details' person, all right? But turning up and causing chaos has worked for us so far. I'm just saying there's an opportunity here. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and liberate the world from this evil. Roz: I'll consider it. Astarion: Do. It's not often the universe hands you something like this - we'd be fools to squander it. Of course, this all assumes we live long enough to find this 'Moonrise'. But I'm feeling optimistic.

this is soooo funny. he calls roz naive for half-accidentally helping a few people in between kicking doors down and scaring people to get what they want, meanwhile he's like "we can just waltz our way into Moonrise and murder our way into being in charge!!" thank god his little scheme worked and roz is looking out for him, poor astarion would have a one way ticket to becoming an environmental storytelling skeleton otherwise.

cute how at the end he's like "and we can take all that power and.... liberate the world from this evil :)" because he thinks that's what roz wants to hear. astarion truly has no idea what to do with them, does he?

#you kill a few goblin cultists who were one misstep from realizing you're bullshitting them and suddenly youre a Naive Hero Type #astarion #astarionmance #i know this isnt romance exclusive but im tagging thusly bc all that 'we' talk makes roz fluttery #roz pt #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 dialogue

[buachalla]

People really want to make it a competition.

We got something over something else. Taking things as singular rather than as part of a whole.

I think Larian is very aware of what fans are saying and asking for. They are mostly adding things in that we're missing, or clarifying things that were too ambiguous before. You don't have to agree with it, but it's their prerogative so that their story comes across as much as it can.

I believe everyone else had a change in line when you were high approval when you dismissed them, but Lae'zel didn't, so it was more something to represent a change in relationship than make her 'nice'.

A lot of 'changes' they made to Gale were because his triggers and flags were wrong. It wasn't intended he acted the way he did. They didn't tone him down, they put him back to how he should have been.

There has been nothing added to any character that changes anything significant, they've added some options because the original options were rather all or nothing and no in between.

And so, I think why we haven't seen much of anything for Wyll is because what's needed for him to feel as interactive as the others, is that he needs something NEW to be added in, rather than anything additional, and Larian are probably reluctant to do that when the game's overall story is finished. Wyll's story, as lacking as it is, is still rounded and finished. Wyll could be the prettiest white, blond man, and sure, we'd see more art and shipping, but that wouldn't change the facts on his character story. I don't think Larian would be any quicker to change or add to it because the problem lies elsewhere.

I am just begging people to stop taking things as absolute and in a vacuum when it's very much a case for the opposite. If it's not for you, then you need to examine that, and not call other fans entitled when you're the one that's acting that way.

#i don't want to tag this because i don't want to invite bad faith takes #but this is ofc about bg3 and patch 6 and wyll and gortash and durgetash and whatever else people have found to complain #rather than playing the game or something new #fandom hit its critical cap and now people act like everything is a slight against them #or some other bullshit virtue signalling agender.

[analyticallyminded]

look i love the tall elf thing (and tbh i imagine jemma's family is quite tall bc i take a lot from lots of different sources bc. i can.)

but i love how tiny she is it brings me a special kind of joy

#do i take as many screenshots as i can any time she's next to someone tall and it shows how short she is #maybe what about it #my tummy hurts but i'm being really brave about it – out of character. #kate plays bg3 #i'll just make it a tag in case people get tired of my bullshit

[serenityfails]

JACKING IN AND JACKING OFF

#gabe plays bg3 #will be the tag for muting this bullshit #i am determined to make a very tiny gf for karlach

[ratjay-art]

Everyone say hello to Limerance, a warlock I made for fun. (Imagine. Me, making a warlock?) She's a Faelock, with the story being that she's the product of a devil and an archfey having a relationship. Magical divorce happened and dad got patron rights in the divorce- though mom did work out pact boon privileges so Limerance has an Imp familiar.

This is, by far one of the sillier warlocks I've made and I love her.

#warlock #dnd #bg3 tav #character design #original character #art #character art #my art #oc art #ttrpg art #original character art #ttrpg #using the tav tag bc i'm debating using her there even if the game can NOT account for her bullshit....

[thefallenangelsgang]

15 Lines Challenge

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well. @fablewritesnonsense strikes again! As always, no pressure, I just really admire these lovely folk's work: @helena-bug @just-another-wasteland-merc @roystory4 @druidgroves @heylittleriotact

(I'm going to be completely honest, I'm working of off 5 incomplete scenes if I just do BG3, so I'm also going to throw in some By Any Other Name quotes. It's technically the same character from a different story. The backstories vary a little but I'm confident the character is still there. By Any Other Name quotes are marked with an asterisk * at the end)

Wynleth Reiden

“Lathander isn’t going to strike me down if I don’t stop and kneel."

“Are you stupid?”

“Of course I’m not going to kill you!”

“And I’m still not sure you are actually what I think you are or just some freak with filed teeth and a biting kink!”

“My faith is entirely a different matter.”

“I am going to drown myself in the Chionthar.”

“It is precisely because you are a depraved beast that you get the juiciest gossip.”

“Yes, good sex!”

“I was married, he died… fifty-four years ago come Mirtul?”

“I- I think I need to be alone for a bit. I need to pray. I need to do something or I’m going to fall apart.”

“Is that why I took up the role of a garden water feature when I tried to dominate it?"

“Becoming a Paladin, beginning a life in politics, was how I could take control back. I never had a connection to Lathander like you did. I didn’t find him when I lost. He was never there for me in my darkest moments. He was forced upon me because it was expected . He inundates every single one of the worst moments in my life. Because of them .” *

"Here, every second of every day is focused on the words and what they mean and it's been like that for centuries. We are like an ouroboros. The dogma is causing us to consume ourselves.” *

"You are a soldier with faith, I am a priest sent to war. They are entirely different things.” *

"I have Saints, Martyrs, Prophets, all manner of Holy Persons in my family line. I was supposed to follow in their footsteps. But I didn’t. Not totally.” *

If you would like to see more of my writing (or some of the incomplete scenes these are pulled from) check out my tag on my account #Jericho Writes

If you are a Legends of Avantris and Edge of Midnight fan, By Any Other Name is a published oneshot about the Chapter 17 memory ritual you can find on my Ao3!

#number 4 has got to be one of my favorite lines I've ever written #It's also not subtle who she is talking to lmao #At least half of the BG3 lines are pulled from conversations with Astarion lmao #hes the only one I'm 100% confident I have the character voice down pat for #Karlach is in second place #I really need to improve on everyone else #I could probably bullshit my way through The Emperor #the additions I made to his canon lines fit pretty nicely #But I have a feeling as that scene goes on I'm gonna get lost #Anyways peep the line from the sex talk (number 8) #Astarion accuses her of never having good sex which... fair #But the girl was married for 50 years in a long distance relationship #to a sailor of all people #She might not be overly interested in sex but your lying to yourself if you think that shit wasn't wild #Almost all of the By Any Other Name lines are Wynleth arguing with Marius cause that was the conceit of the whole Oneshot for me #Them finally fighting out their differences about faith #MMMMMM Wynleth is how I deal with my religious trauma if you can't tell #tag game #legends of avantris #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #loa #edge of midnight #eom #Jericho Writes

[angelicsatin]

blog intro 𓆩♡𓆪

a hot mess of a person ♡ 18+ blog he/she/they + xenos ♡ eng/esp aspd + bpd + npd + ptsd + psychosis

I'm angel and this is my main blog where I reblog anything I feel the need to, relating to my interests or just random. I’m 22 years old, queer and a degenerate ! my mental health is something I am working through and being open abt it on my own blog helps me with that + meeting others who are similar to me !

Gotta warn everypony that I am unstable, my taste in men is abysmal and highly shows in my list of f/o's

DIRECTORY

Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad Blog -> @salamancasgirl

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Blog -> @angelicadamposting

Rick & Morty Blog -> @plumbusposting

Baldur's Gate 3 Blog -> @bhaalposting

Naruto Blog -> @orochiposting

Instagram (Most Active Social !!) -> @ ang3licsatin

animation is my special interest along with media criticism !! i am extremely opinionated on all of my favorite media pieces + overanalyze them to death, frame by frame. not sure if I'll post those rambles n shots here. I love a lot of different cartoons, games, anime, etc, and will likely post about them.

I'm a selfshipper/yumejoshi but also have OC's that are NOT self inserts, just depends !!

LIST OF F/O'S

(will be updated overtime ofc) ☁ = Current Fixation <3 ❥ = Non-Sharing <3 ✶ = Main <3 ✽ = Has a Self Insert Ship W Me ◆ = Has an OC Ship

Better Call Saul -> Lalo Salamanca✶❥✽ Breaking Bad -> Jesse Pinkman Hazbin Hotel -> Adam☁✶❥✽ + Vox◆ + Alastor◆ (platonic/romantic only) Rick & Morty -> obviously Rick C-137☁✶❥✽ Baldur's Gate 3 -> Astarion◆✶ + Ketheric☁✶❥✽ + Gortash◆ + Gale My Hero Academia -> Shigaraki✶❥✽ + Dabi✽ Naruto -> Orochimaru☁✶❥◆ + Kisame Hoshigaki◆ + Hidan◆ + Kiba Inuzuka☁❥◆ + Kakashi Hatake + Itachi Uchiha + Obito Uchiha Jujutsu Kaisen -> Satoru Gojo☁✶❥◆ + Suguru Geto☁✶❥◆ + Choso Kamo☁✶❥ Danganronpa -> Kazuichi Souda✶❥✽ + Byakuya Togami◆ Clone High -> JFK Total Drama -> Duncan Disventure Camp -> Alec FX's Archer -> Sterling Archer Honkai Star Rail -> Jingyuan✶❥◆ + Sampo Genshin Impact -> Kaeya◆

#blog intro #blog directory #blog navigation #blog name change #better call saul #bg3 #bcs #lalo salamanca #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #hazbin hotel #breaking bad #naruto shippuden #rick c137 #rick and morty #r&m #f/o #f/o x s/i #archer fx #f/o community #f/o list #f/o tag #f/o blog #pinned intro #pinned post #side blogs #rick sanchez #tumblr bullshit #tumblr users #multifandom

[valiantvillain]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @captastra.

Chapter 2 of Duty, Diligence, Devotion

Characters: (half-orc paladin Tav) Miraz x Astarion

The truth came stalking into Miraz’s tent the very next evening. 

Her suspicions about Astarion’s likely tenuous relationship to life had climbed to their peak. The pale elf had made no mention of the night before, gave no inclination that he had heard a paladin’s poor excuse for stealth creeping out of her tent. Nothing but let himself be caught watching her movements a breath too long, always providing the perfect opportunity to smile at her with more than friendly fascination. Indeed, his attentions seemed to have only grown bolder: taking his time brushing past her, touches lingering upon her arm and shoulder even when she had donned her armor and could scarcely feel his touch through the chainmail, sidling up next to her a little too casually. All too intimately. With every sarcastic retort she issued, the more readily she could expect another instance of flirtation,a thread of strain in his smile and his movements marred by the undercurrent of a sudden nervous energy that had not been there the previous day. 

Then there had been the boar. Or rather the exsanguinated corpse of one. Against Astarion’s dismissive protest, Miraz had knelt to investigate. It had borne no obvious injury, not even a trickle of blood staining the ground. As though death had come to the beast on the wings of natural causes. Perhaps a disease that had worn away the defenses of a young and healthy boar, its bristly coat shining with the luster of youth still. But the edges of bloodless flesh and the two needle-like puncture in its throat told a different story. An icy finger of dread trailed down her spine as she fought the urge to cut a steely glare towards the elf peering over her shoulder. 

Had he been perturbed, had his voice wavered with the alarm of yet another danger to prey upon them in the night, she might have granted him som benefit of the doubt, however meager. Might have allowed herself yet another shred of it, despite all the misgivings. Instead, his words dripped with annoyance, knowledgeable as though reciting words he had memorized from a well-read book. It was too easy, too nonchalant, too practiced. As if he had rehearsed the lines a thousand times before in preparation for this very moment. Yet all Miraz could see when she got to her feet was the jagged edges of an old wound that bore too many similarities those of the boar peeking out from beneath the lace of his collar. Instinct and reflexes tightened her grip on her hammer as his airy assurances that he would keep watch from vampires sailed past her ears, his chill touch light as feathers as he reached to place a hand on her shoulder. Almost protectively. 

If Astarion had detected anything unusual about her, any stiffening of her limbs, any particular flintiness in her gaze when they returned to camp that evening, he gave no indication. But maybe that too was part of the charade. The pretense of unsuspecting normalcy. 

Gods, if she had wanted to play mind games she would have stayed in Baldur’s Gate. Stayed her grandfather’s pet bastard and submitted herself to his endless tests. Years of practice had made them practically second nature, instilled in her an inherent paranoia that saw fit to underscore every interaction, analyzing every word and expression for a whiff of intrigue or insult. It had made her clever, as grandfather had so loved to remind her, made it easy for her to sniff out a lie like a dead body beneath the floorboards. The powers of a paladin had only honed the keenness of her nose to that of a hunting hound. It was exhausting, to always be alert, always rigid and detecting, unable to cease pricking her ears for the merest hint of deception. Only ever able to relax in the presence of her friends, a handful of children once left on the steps of Baldur’s Gate’s temples. 

Astarion, she noted, had elected to seat himself beside her with an air of familiarity. All cheeky grins and fluid flattery as he practically reclined against her side. The smell of rosemary and liquor that came with the elf being too close eked its way past the wood and smoke of the fire and the spices of a potato soup. For all the good the meal did Astarion, for his eyes gleamed hungrier than the night before. 

Now there she lay in her tent, struggling to succumb to sleep on her bedroll yet again. Victim to a fitful mind and a sense of grim expectation. She lay still however, willing her eyes to remain closed, her hands to remain idle and wrapped around her pillow instead of her weapon. Yet behind her eyelids, a sliver of pale light sliced through the shadows, the flutter of canvas sounding in her ears. 

Then the footsteps. Soft and cautious with the barest rasp of shifting gravel. Drawing nearer and nearer. Right towards her. Her heart quickened, pounded in her ears as every muscle in her body tensed, bracing for an attack. A moment to strike. Even as she tried not to let on that she was indeed awake. Awake and very much aware of the eyes raking the length of her body like a voyeur’s salacious stare, could feel them like a wandering hand. Revulsion threatened to twist her mouth into a scowl and give her away.

Go away and I won’t have to hurt you, she silently warned, hoping the intruder did not notice her fingers cautiously stir beneath the blankets. Her unwelcome visitor knelt beside her, its breath fanning against her face while a cool hand swept her hair away from her neck. Her eye twitched. She heard a swallow, a deep shuddering breath. The hand wove seamlessly through the tangles in her hair to plant itself beside her head. Then it bore down upon her. 

Rosemary and bergamot swarmed her flared nostrils. 

Miraz had known it. She had been right all along. 

Her eyes snapped open the exact same moment she reached out to snatch a handful of silk and lace, fingers entangled in the leather lacings at the front. A set of brilliantly white fangs gleamed in the dark like polished ivory, like needles and pins, like hunger. 

Above at the other end of her glare was Astarion, the shock plain on his face and the wheels in his skull visibly turning for some feeble kind of explanation. Frozen and eyes wide. Discs of red filled her vision, the tip of his beak of a nose barely brushing her chin. 

But the proof was right there, wasn’t it. Mere inches from the neck he had intended upon piercing. 

“Shit.” One single word, his voice no more than a whisper. The sight of him, aghast and finally lost for words, caused a flicker of satisfaction in her heart. 

Her lips curled into a snarl, a growl surging in her throat as she took hold of the hammer. Astarion jerked back, grasping at her arm when he proved unable to wrest himself free of her grasp. 

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