Astarion in Neil's BAFTA fit! ✨

i present you

pistachi'zel... because "armored nut" according to my friend 😅

Another repost from my x

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

Original source: s_kinnaly

(Thanks @felinalain for finding the source!)

Cue Gale loudly clearing his throat from the bed right across them

Orin and Drow little something I am working on for @meanbossart

This is how i personally imagined their relationship, how i imagined she would be sometimes with him, this is just a twisted little fragment of my broken mind. I have personally have a Drow where i have been the Orin where the roles have been someone always holding me over my own head, sadly a sibling too so girl i get you lol. anyways Drow belongs to @meanbossart and i hope you like it. I am writing more to it, this is just a fragment of how i imagine their last days together being, before she did what she did.

 Orin

 “Isilmë ilcalassë” The words cut through her, her face breaking for a split second, her eyes, white as the moon rolling back into her head as his voice rings through her ears; it doesn't take long for a fake smile to adorn her face, her body, soft and supple twirling around to meet him. 

“Blood-kin…” Is all she graces him with; just a couple more days, just a couple more pleasantries. 

His arms, big as her head, his skin dark as night, such a contrast to hers, finds its way around her shoulders, always touching her, always around her. Always, always always, never, never never away. He stinks, an intoxicating mix of blood and gore, danger and home. Because in the end, she knows, she knows he is home. Everything that keeps her safe, a sense she never had, always used, always expectant to a glory that would never arrive, to please false gods that would never respect her enough, no matter what she did, what she sacrificed it would never be enough. He was everything that kept her safe, everything that was on her way to glory, kept her away from the prying eyes and hands of Sarevok, his torment and torture, his constant expectation that she would bring forth the next line. That she, and her insufferable blood-kin would bring forth the next line of Bhaalspawns, and how wrong was he, how utterly and disgustingly wrong he was.

“I was thinking” Drow begins before her voice quickly interrupts him. 

“Oh because it thinks? your big, empty head and destroyed unuseful mind is capable of thinking? “Her tone is cruel, giggles and highs escaping her as her head twitches to the side, her eyes wide open, her nails softly tracing the exposed skin of his ribcage as if it were a dagger.

She sways side to side, his arm sliding lower, softly, imperceptible down her back, his eyes drop for a split second. She knows she has him right where she wants him. “Dear sister…” He says and she already knows how this will end before it even begins. 

*my gleaming moonlight in elvish which drows speak i believe.

Orin and Drow little something I am working on for @meanbossart

This is how i personally imagined their relationship, how i imagined she would be sometimes with him, this is just a twisted little fragment of my broken mind. I have personally have a Drow where i have been the Orin where the roles have been someone always holding me over my own head, sadly a sibling too so girl i get you lol. anyways Drow belongs to @meanbossart and i hope you like it. I am writing more to it, this is just a fragment of how i imagine their last days together being, before she did what she did.

 Orin

 “Isilmë ilcalassë” The words cut through her, her face breaking for a split second, her eyes, white as the moon rolling back into her head as his voice rings through her ears; it doesn't take long for a fake smile to adorn her face, her body, soft and supple twirling around to meet him. 

“Blood-kin…” Is all she graces him with; just a couple more days, just a couple more pleasantries. 

His arms, big as her head, his skin dark as night, such a contrast to hers, finds its way around her shoulders, always touching her, always around her. Always, always always, never, never never away. He stinks, an intoxicating mix of blood and gore, danger and home. Because in the end, she knows, she knows he is home. Everything that keeps her safe, a sense she never had, always used, always expectant to a glory that would never arrive, to please false gods that would never respect her enough, no matter what she did, what she sacrificed it would never be enough. He was everything that kept her safe, everything that was on her way to glory, kept her away from the prying eyes and hands of Sarevok, his torment and torture, his constant expectation that she would bring forth the next line. That she, and her insufferable blood-kin would bring forth the next line of Bhaalspawns, and how wrong was he, how utterly and disgustingly wrong he was.

“I was thinking” Drow begins before her voice quickly interrupts him. 

“Oh because it thinks? your big, empty head and destroyed unuseful mind is capable of thinking? “Her tone is cruel, giggles and highs escaping her as her head twitches to the side, her eyes wide open, her nails softly tracing the exposed skin of his ribcage as if it were a dagger.

She sways side to side, his arm sliding lower, softly, imperceptible down her back, his eyes drop for a split second. She knows she has him right where she wants him. “Dear sister…” He says and she already knows how this will end before it even begins. 

*my gleaming moonlight in elvish which drows speak i believe.

Would people like a discord where we can share our tavs and their lore and things like that?

This is Draven, my dark urge, he is a real treat of fun

average Iron Throne thursday

Hilda by Duane Bryers

I saw your request for Erik writing ideas, and I was wondering if you could do smut headcannons with Erik being a sub for afab!reader? Please and thank you!

NSFW MDNI

This is a long shot, and alas I haven’t written in ages but here we go.

I love the idea of Erik being very submissive when it comes to intimacy, more so in the bedroom.

All that cockiness he portrays is gone when the doors are closed. Always fearing that once you see him unclothed, without his mask that you will everytime regret and realize what a monster he thinks he is.

He doesn’t feel capable of taking control and guiding you through, he is more than willing to give that up, let you show him how it’s done, how touches and kisses can Ignite the hottest of passions in his blood.

He loves being under you, his big hands on your waist, holding you, grounding him, letting you take the pace, letting you push yourself on his chest as his head is throw back. Your lips caressing his neck and telling him how good he is, how much you need him.

He also loves being on top, having your leg over his hip, his face hiding in your neck as his lips open in pants against your skin, one of his hands in your hair and the other on the pillow but your voice is the one guiding him, setting the pace, your nails in his back and your hand on his hair keeping him there. Always letting him know how much you love the mess he becomes, how he melts at your touch, how good he is to you, how good he makes you feel.

Hello! I saw you were accepting requests for the phantom of the opera? If that’s still the case, may I request a scenario with the phantom and a reader who isn’t…exactly human? Idk how to describe it. Just a little eerie, I guess, with no reflections, no blemishes, they aren’t even surprised when the phantom gives them a surprise visit. Things of that nature.

Idk; if you write it I hope you have fun doing so. And have a great day/night!

If you still down for this I would love to do like a mermaid or siren vibe?

pookie plz I need 2004 Erik destler smut literally anything 🙏🙏idc what it is just pleaseeee and thank u 🖤

I’ll rewatch the movie and get back to the vibes, fun fact I have a tattoo for the phantom of the opera!

Do you plan on doing a part 2 of priest Bruno?!?

Not gonna lie is not on my plans but I’ll rewatch the comic and see how I feel after.