With Stars To Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All To Shine

With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine

Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤

Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

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: 7,352

Opening under the cut!

Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.

She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.

Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.

“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.

“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.

The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.

This is so fucking funny

𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 🎃

𝗑 - 𝗑 / 𝗑- 𝗑 / 𝗑- 𝗑

Halloween bg3 companions!

Part one: link in bio

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✦ An entire page dedicated to Astarion. Appropriate for our chaotic, beloved vampire. (u w u)

For now, I’m going to reserve all of my thoughts about Baldur’s Gate until I actually finish a piece (ò v <) I’m not even through with Act 1 and I adore the game and the characters so much!

《 Art © Vix Synnova 2023 // Do not use without my permission // Always give credit // Thank you! 》

snippet sunday

I have had a ROUGH few weeks at work lol so it's sapped a lot of my creative energy lol sob. anyway. here's whatever this is.

tagged by @shewhowas39, thank you!

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Their tadpoles sing lamentations even in sleep. Fear. Loss. Love.

Lust.

They wake to moonlight with a shared gasp. He reaches for her shoulder to turn her toward him and kisses her hard enough that he nicks her lip with a tooth. It doesn’t seem to matter to her.

As soon as she rolls onto her back, he’s on her, nudging her legs apart with his knees and aligning their hips so he can grind the full length of his hard cock across her swollen center. Ori arches her chest into him and drops her head back, breaking their kiss with a broken a-ah.

Astarion’s own breath hitches and his brows twitch up as he looks down at her, throat bared to him completely. There’s nothing between them but trust, a harmonious hum along the mental thread stretched between their minds. The pulse beneath her skin flickers like firelight.

He bites down. She gasps. He shoves both of their bottoms off down to their thighs. She lifts her hips and spreads herself as best she can. He takes himself in hand, maneuvers under her clothing and folds her thighs up until he finds her cunt with the head of his cock.

Astarion drinks and thrusts inside at the same moment.

“Fuck,” Ori breathes, her voice thready as her fingers dig into his arms.

He fucks.

Ori’s cries come in bursts, timed with every slap of his hips against hers. It’s artless, instinctual. The deepest part of him that’s still a man, despite everything. The part that knows this is an act of life. The part that wants to be alive.

To be alive with someone to share that life with.

Astarion pulls his mouth from her with a moan, his tongue and teeth coated red with the essence of life itself, freely and lovingly given. He licks it away and wraps his arms under hers, holding her close while he ruts into her with pure abandon.

“Harkess tel'quiet,” he says, winded. “Kiss me.”

Ori rolls her head towards his and catches his mouth with hers, him inching his hand up beneath her until he’s cradling the back of her head.

When they finally break for her to catch her breath, Ori sobs out, “You’re so deep, I can’t… gods.”

Tension spirals tight into his lower abdomen and he groans out his need. “I need you,” he gasps.

She responds by coming on his cock with a howl. Her cunt tightens around him and the spiral inside his gut hits its limit and unfurls like a spring, sending ecstasy to the very surface of his skin.

He isn’t quiet about it.

Their voices fade, their breathing slows. Gingerly, he runs a hand down to her hip and tilts it toward himself, carefully pulling out. The air is cool on his wet-slicked skin and he shivers.

When he moves her clothing back into place, she sleepily whispers, “What are you doing?”

“Keep me here,” he whispers back, replacing her smallclothes and linen shorts. “Keep me inside ‘til morning. I need to know I’m with you.”