has marrow ever lost it and given in to the urge to squeeze batstarion until he bursts and turns back? in a little explosion of fur and blood with a cutesy eep? ill see myself out

Honestly, all Marrow really wants to do with Batstarion in the urge moments is to eat this little soft sweet meet cake and give him all her love... So not a single piece of fur and a drop of blood will be lost. She's greedy 🖤

Astarion's twitchy liddol ears. That is all.

Bites them

Wyll Ravengard sleeping logistics

Bonus, his favorite:

Normal vampire lord behavior.

My commissions from this (almost completed!) past batch. Working hard on the ones left! 😤

stolen from the Baldur's Gate Weaveposting group on Facebook

Every dialogue with Rolan in act 2 was so heartbreaking

I am briefly interrupting my break to report that I got the Menzoberranzan boxed set today! And it's full of all kinds of absolutely amazing goodies I can't wait to show off.

So many amazing poster-maps, lots of artwork, and tons of lore to read through.

My absolute favorite thing that I've seen so far is THIS little gem, though:

Maybe it's the "cynical ex-employee of a hippie woo new age store" in me, but I just absolutely LOVED that line.

So much so that I put together a silly little poster for it.

Which is nice, except that it's a little... I don't know, plain, don't you think?

So then I thought I'd "upgrade" it just a bit to really capture the Bregan-D'aerthe-in-Menzoberranzan experience

halsin the barbearian

God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

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Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.

Holding your kidstarion au to my chest and bawling my eyes out 😭😭 this is so beautiful and comforting, thank you

thank you so much!!! Here are some teeny tinies

Nighttime Activities

There's like just a Touch too much taint on this one for this website

EDIT: Sorry forgot to say that the full vers. is on the patreon (link in pinned post)

Modern AU again but Drizzt traveling alone （with his cat

（reference to photography on Pinterest

Still not satisfied with how my Astarion looks but hopefully i'll find a better way 😔

wip of my next BG3 modern AU comic