Bloodlust

Bloodlust 🩸

Furious that this song won't be in my fic till we hit 300k or something. Sharing my favorite verse for Ofelia and Astarion.

Your arms are lovely, yellow and rose Your back's a meadow covered in snow Your thighs are thistles and hothouse grapes You breathe your sweet breath and have me wait In the dark, you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour I turned the lights out, I cleaned the sheets You changed the station, turned up the heat And now you're sailing upon your chair You got me tangled up inside with your beautiful black hair

Time for GALE DINNER! 👞🍔✨

Here’s the piece I made for @bg3zine go check it out if you haven’t already!!

(P.S. Do recognize any of these items?)

Astarion, the Decadent Descendant - bg3 Spawn Astarion comic

It's Batman! But jokes aside, hero Astarion is a lot fun to write and draw. I hope you enjoyed!

A House, A Home (The Dark Urge x Enver Gortash)

Part 3 (of 3) is now up on AO3! (Rating: Explicit. Word count: 8.9k)

series: sex and violence, one is just the other

The memory surfaced unexpectedly. She was laughing in a sunlit room. This room, and this bed, with the sheets rumpled and well-used. Enver was stretched out across them, naked. Beautiful. He was lounging on pillows, ever the spoiled lord, but his arms stretched above his head, bound by a length of black silk that was tied somewhere near the headboard. His jaw was clenched, but he looked at her with a haze of lust and longing in his eyes. Her pale hand held a dagger, one of his many gifts, too delicate to be much use in most of her work. But it was perfect for today. She slowly licked the blade and tasted the salt and iron of his blood while he watched every movement of her mouth. “Darling Enver,” she mocked. “Is this worth it, to be able to call me yours? Do you have the pet Bhaalspawn you’ve always desired?”

Baht t'Vlaakith 💀