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iantoyawrites · 12 days
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That feeling when you capture the little buck that blew up your shit.
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iantoyawrites · 1 month
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It's been a rough few weeks emotionally. Grief feels heavy. I am grateful for so many. I am still so sad.
I wish it were summer. Sun would help.
I hope to write some self-indulgent make-up "we shouldn't be doing this sex" with Wyll and Airan. Maybe that'd help too.
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iantoyawrites · 1 month
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Bear Hugs and Honeywine
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iantoyawrites · 2 months
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After our little tryst with the Drow Twins, Halsin opened up about being a love slave to a family of drow?!
This is the most interesting thing he's said imho and I haven't seen anyone say anything about it.
He had some bitter feelings about it because yeah he was a slave and held against his will and he escaped when the great drow houses fell apart.
It's a wonder he wants to be with my drow half-elf at all.
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iantoyawrites · 2 months
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Fuck. All the past and current love interests are hovering over Airan in disgust at what he's done with the Emperor.
Even if the Emperor makes them forget, Airan will still have to remember the look on their faces. And poor, sweet, sweet Halsin. I think he'd still find this to be a betrayal.
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iantoyawrites · 2 months
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iantoyawrites · 2 months
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My boy finally got his man.
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iantoyawrites · 3 months
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Damn they are cute gotta hand it to them.
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iantoyawrites · 4 months
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“I told you that we had our own problems,” Astarion says with folded arms, his hips cocked in a way that clearly says “I told you so.”
“She was pregnant,” I say, defeated. “I never thought that she'd…she'd be so delusional as to expect the hag would make everything as she wished it to be.” I sigh, covering my face with my hands.
“There, there, darling, there will be other times to give your misplaced acts of heroism to someone whom appreciates it.”
I make a sound that sounds like a whine. I'm ashamed of myself.
“Well, you can either keep wallowing in your self-pity, or, and I like this one, you get your head in the game for the next skirmish and come along now. We've got too many enemies to stand still for too long.”
I lower my hands, gazing at his red eyes. I nod.
“That's a good lad. Come, let's catch up with the others.”
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That night, when I'm tucked into my bedroll and hear the crackling of firewood and the light snoring of my sleeping companions, I lie awake.
I had invited Astarion to feed from me earlier in the day, and as I think of my given permission earlier, my stomach tenses in a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
The last time I'd been awake for his feed, it hurt. Since then, any other time he'd fed from me I had been fast asleep, and when I awoke I was quite surprised to discover the fang marks on my neck, swollen and bruised for all to see, without so much as feeling a trace of it as it happened during the night.
Such is the skill of an adept rogue, I suppose. It makes me wonder how he hunts for prey in the woods. I've…considered watching—I could always disguise myself as a wolf, or raven, and follow. But sleep is too precious out here in the wilds, and I never care to take it for granted. Besides, it is his business, and what kind of beast would I be if I stalked the vampire spawn that stalks its prey?
My thoughts unsettle me. Then, I hear a rustle of fabric.
I slow my breathing and strain my ears to listen. I am certain it is Astarion crawling out of his bedroll. I hear him get to his feet, the earth quietly crumbling under his otherwise stealthy footfalls. He's walking away from the campfire, I realize with disappointment heavy in my chest. I continue to listen for him, and besides the distant sound of trickling liquid which leads me to believe he must relieve himself just like the rest of us do, something I'd always been curious about, I do not hear him again.
I roll over onto my side, resting my scarred cheek onto my hand as I seek warmth from my sleeping bag and the fire nearby. I glance at Artemis and Karlach, as they sleep a respectful distance from one another.
They contrast against Astarion and I so differently. Karlach's fiery engine is just as passionate as any heart. And although Arty isn't verbose about her emotions, it's clear to me how much she loves the tiefling, and the lengths she'd go to to help her.
I don't feel that same warmth from Astarion. I long for that warmth, I've come to realize. It wasn't until we escaped the ship that I realized I too craved to be needed and desired by someone.
I just am not sure if offering my neck to a vampire spawn is the same thing. I find myself feeling quite jealous when I overhear the other two discuss their plans for when Karlach finds a cure for her overheating.
It warms my belly though, when I think of how excited Astarion was when I told him he could drink my blood; the curve of his lips as he smiled, and the interest in his eyes as his gaze met mine, and how I shivered when I caught him staring at the artery below my ear at a healing bruise from before. Fortunately my skin color hides most of the evidence, resulting in a dark blemish where paler skin might bruise very noticeably.
I sigh and clear the thoughts from my mind. It does me no good to dwell on such things, I reason. I do eventually doze.
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iantoyawrites · 4 months
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Airan
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Artemis
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iantoyawrites · 4 months
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New year, same me, new hyperfixations.
Hubby and I are finally playing Baldur's Gate 3 together on Xbox. My childhood friend told me I'd love it and it is just for 15 year old me. She's not wrong.
My character is a Drow half elf Druid named Airan. His appearance is inspired by Gaara but otherwise as personality goes he's my self insert just as much as Gaara has been. So this is fun!
Airan wants to make the world a better place than he found it, but he's only a mortal and well no one is perfect. He leans towards lawful good.
Airan and Astarion have a will/they won't/they thing happening, and they don't always see eye to eye. Airan has a soft spot for Wyll, too.
Our other party is Artemis and Karlach, and I'm not so great with games anymore so Artemis is definitely the group leader, and is like Indiana Jones as a female Elf ranger.
I'm thinking about posting drabbles as I'm inspired to write throughout the game. I'll be doing it for fun and a creative outlet. I don't expect anyone else to really get into it, and that's great because then there's no pressure.
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iantoyawrites · 4 months
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iantoyawrites · 4 months
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What would happen if Baki captured Kabuto instead? As Gaara is navigating his new life and the road to becoming Kazekage after his father's murder by Orochimaru and by proxy, Kabuto, would Kabuto be friend or foe? Kabuto with his medic ninjutsu may have a way to help Gaara find balance with Shukaku, and perhaps some much needed sleep. I think Gaara would give Kabuto a second chance.
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iantoyawrites · 4 months
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iantoyawrites · 6 months
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Palace of the Dragon King
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iantoyawrites · 6 months
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Spicy tentacles prompt. Urashiki x TransGaara. Inspired by a WIP by @thatbrawley (twitter).
Full NSFW version on Twitter.
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iantoyawrites · 7 months
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Naruto Kinktober, Day 15 - Monsterfucking
Collaboration with @misttiddies
Accompanies my WIP, Kinktober Moon Orgy ****fest on AO3.
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