Aaaa The Romanced Banter Triggers

aaaa the romanced banter triggers

This is now the bomkin tumblr.

Bomkin u all. Gently.

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Karlach and Dark Urge, ready to face the hells together 🔥

This was a commission request I absolutely LOVED making. I need to draw more dragonborns.

He fears what has been left in him

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“Stealing my spot? Fine, I’ll take the comfy bed!” Astarion dived on the bed to the sound of Flare’s tinkling laugh. She smothered it too quickly for him to properly enjoy. He would have to keep trying. Flare climbed up from the floor, sliding onto the bed hesitantly so Astarion shifted into his bat form. 

“No--” Flare started, biting her lip as she paused to think. “I want you to change back, please?” Astarion shifted back to his tiefling form, his tail and rest of him still on the bed while Flare took a few moments to settle beside him. No sunlight or screen of grass stalks between them. Gods, he wanted to wrap his hand around her waist, bring her close and bury his nose in the sunny halo of her hair. Her thighs and hips had swelled with a proper supply of food the past weeks, her face gaining a cute roundness in her cheeks and her breasts filling too. He ached to run his tongue across the pudge of her stomach, so happy her body could change and recover from the starvation she had been subjected to. His own body, in undeath, took significantly longer to recover from the gauntness imposed by Cazador. 

Reposting today with images of my vacation in New England! It's really beautiful here and I miss writing 🖤

With Stars to Fill My Dream (6) - My Thoughts You Can't Decode

I have been looking forward to this chapter for so long!!! I'm so excited to share this one with you all- I worked hard, and I think it shows, and I hope it's good! 💖 Please let me know your thoughts, and have a wonderful night! 🦇

FYI- This story will be going on a 2-week hiatus as I'm going to the east coast of the US for vacation!! Please look forward to Sunday, September 8th for Chapter 7!! 🖤

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,184

Please enjoy some screenshots below as well as the opening under the cut! 🖤

“Ugh, what is it that you’re furiously scribbling down?” Astarion asks, folding his legs over his lap as Ofelia hunches over that journal she’d shown them the first night. She flicks her eyes up at him and he tenses.

That’s right. She’d seen a little too much today- ever since the boar she’s been distancing herself from him. It’s slight but still noticeable, and he needs to get close again or else he may lose her…

“I’m drawing,” She murmurs, uncrossing her legs to stretch and hold the book against her thigh. They sit near the fringes of camp, Gale beginning to prepare for dinner as the others set up tents and wind down for the day.

“What is it you’re drawing?” Ofelia perks up, and he mentally breathes a sigh of relief that she seems to want to engage with him again.

“I like to journal, and when I’m done I’ll fill the spaces around the page with things I’ve seen that day. Here look,” She scoots over to him and he stiffens in her presence as she thumbs through it. His eyes track over the wizard’s face, Shadowheart’s, Lae’zel’s, and even Wyll’s. There’s another form on the opposite page beside her messy penmanship, and instead of a bust, it’s the entire figure. The angles are sharp, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. The more time he spends looking, the realization begins to dawn on him who she’s drawn, and the ruby irises glare back at him disapprovingly.

“Oh,” He murmurs, regretfully watching her flip the page to a warg, a goblin, and Withers. There are a few spaces where she’s filled them with just eyes, more of them red than any of the others. He sees birds, the tiefling man- he snorts- depictions of the moon and different weapons. They’re impressive for just sketches, and she turns to another page where she’s been focusing on each of their heads. His breathing goes still when she shows him his.

“Sorry if it’s a little strange, I usually draw from memory or references, so I’ve been going with what’s around me, hence sketching you all.” Her smile is sheepish and fragile and he nods, not paying too close attention.

He reaches up to touch his lips- are they really that plush? Are his brows that full? Are his ears really that long, or is she exaggerating? And the dot on his cheek- there’s no way he has blemishes. What’s she playing at?

He smiles softly, covering up the warble in his voice with a slight laugh.

“Darling, my ears aren’t that big.” She chuckles.

“They’re pretty big, trust me,”