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karniss-bg3 · 7 months

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Ya bring up a point I’m sure not all monster lovers consider—- turning Kar’niss back being a goal of his would mean sacrificing my love for the freaky and remembering he’s just a guy with needs too. I imagine if there was a WISH spell, given their open-ended nature to do Anything with reality, you’d probably get access to one with only a few options of what to use it for in a limited game context. Probably it’d give you the offer to fix your other companions, or your own lingering plot issues—- could we see some Kar’niss reaction to Tav, after mulling it over (alone or among companions), truly deciding to use the WISH for him and/or let him use it (one of those ‘trust your companion will do the right thing’ moments). Bet they find the spell after robbing Lorroakan or somethin. (Though it’s a Wish Spell—- imagine a man so short sighted as to just wish to be without pain but not change so he can still ‘be of use’. Hopefully he’d have learned better about his worthiness by the time you found a WISH though).

Title: A Wish Come True

Word Count: 3,667

Spoiler Warning: Spoilers for Act 2 and Act 3

Characters: Gale, Astarion, gender-neutral Tav and Kar'niss

Summary: After a hard battle in the sorcerer's tower, Gale uncovers a hidden Wish spell scroll. Kar'niss is now faced with a tough decision; Use the rare scroll to break the drider's curse or remain as he is forever more?

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It had been a hard fought battle in the sorcerer's tower but the group came out victorious. Lorroakan had been bested and his lifeless body had settled in the middle of the floor. Astarion was the first to root around the wizard’s quarters with Gale not far behind, both searching for powerful items and weapons they could pilfer for their journey. Gale’s sharp eye spotted a peculiar rosewood box in a corner with intricate swirls carved into the lid. He leaned in for a closer look and sensed that the chest was locked tight. Astarion also picked up on the notion and casually nudged Gale aside with his shoulder.

“Allow me,” Astarion said, chuffed.

Gale held up his hands and gave Astarion the chance to unlock the mysterious vessel. Retrieving his trusty lock picking tools he went to work. As he began to fiddle with it a magical aura pulsed from the box and a blast of magical fire surged from the base and onto the fumbling thief. Astarion’s clothes caught alight and made the vampire lurch from surprise and pain. He spun in circles, frantically slapping at the blaze that threatened to consume his clothes whole.

“AH! Hot, hot, HOT!” Astarion screeched.

Gale stood by, his blank expression mirroring his annoyance. He’d flick two fingers aside, a blue aura shrouding them before a downpour of water crashed over the ignited fop. This doused the fire as well as Astarion who now stood there, soaked but free from danger.

“Now, what have we learned, Astarion?” Gale asked.

The vampire’s upper lip rose, exposing his fangs, shooting the wizard a miffed glare.

“That’s right. When exploring a tower of sorcery, maaaybe let the seasoned wizard do the poking, hm?” Gale said, gesturing to himself.

Astarion rolled his eyes, his hands hurriedly squeezing out his hair before flinging his arms side to side to rid them of excess moisture.

“Fine. I doubt there is aught of interest in that chest anyway. Likely moth eaten robes and naughty paintings. Have at it, oh ‘mighty’ wizard.” Astarion gave a disingenuous bow in Gale’s direction, abandoning the chest in an effort to fix his drenched appearance.

Gale wasn’t put off by Astarion’s complaining, rather accustomed to it by this stage in their journey. Instead he put his focus on examining the chest with a more nuanced look. His keen arcane senses were able to detect the sheen of an enchantment that shimmered over the item as a whole. He outstretched his hands toward it, palms hovering inches above the lid, putting his full concentration in breaking the troublesome spell. His eyes took on a purple hue, his robes kicking out at his ankles crackling with magical energy. He called out a single word, willing the weave to do his bidding, assaulting the enchantment in an effort to break it. His determination paid off. The energy pushed from his palms covered the box and the shimmer that once dominated it’s surface shattered like fiberglass removing the danger.

“Ah, there we are.” Gale swung open the lid to peer inside curiously.

The coffer, at first, didn’t seem to contain anything of note just like Astarion predicted. A pile of old robes of various hues sat in a neatly folded pile. Gale picked them up to look them over and while they were of a fine make, they didn’t seem to have any significance beyond that. He frowned with the discovery, continuing to dig in hopes he’d discover more.

“Ah-ha! Utter trash, certainly not worth getting burned over,” Astarion said while wringing out his shirt.

“Mm no, there must be more. A sorcerer wouldn’t go through so much effort to protect worthless robes,” Gale replied.

This prompted Astarion to come closer to investigate once more. Gale cleared out everything leaving an empty chest. The vampire smirked as he leaned over, a knowing gleam twinkling in the corner of his eye.

“Oh darling, it seems we’ve been done in by a red herring. Cazador had many items of value, ones he’d not leave wittingly out in the open.” Astarion reached into the box and ran his smooth fingertips along the wooden walls of the container. He did so until he felt a discrepancy in the wood grain; An indent. “There you are.” He’d press the hidden button, a quiet double click of mechanisms heard within its walls. Both men watched while the false bottom of the box slid open revealing the true treasure beneath.

Astarion’s lips curled in a self-satisfied grin, leaning in closer to Gale to make cocky eye contact with him. “I suppose a rogue isn’t as useless in a tower of sorcery as you thought, HM?”

Gale side eyed his proud companion, palming the side of his face to gently push him away. “You’ve made your point, good work.”

Inside was a pouch of gold coin, a bizarre wooden wand painted red and gold with floral accents and a short stack of scrolls. Gale filtered through the items with some fascination, going through each scroll with fierce scrutiny. His snooping came to a halt when he read over one scroll in particular, his eyes increasing in size as the shock took hold. Astarion was in the process of dumping water from his boots when he noticed Gale’s frozen demeanor.

“What is it, what did you find?”

Gale didn’t answer his curious companion, instead whirling around to call down to the floor below. “TAV! You need to see this!”

All this time Tav was situated on the lower floor with Kar’niss who had sustained injuries during the battle. The drider had lowered himself to the ground so Tav had ease of access to his wounds. They were bandaging a cut on his arm when they heard Gale shouting from above. Tav’s brow crinkled in confusion and Kar’niss followed suit, both exchanging a glance. Before Tav could rush to Gale’s side the wizard was already climbing down the ladder with some urgency. Astarion followed behind, half dressed and damp but equally as curious as to his discovery.

“What’s going on?” Tav asked.

Gale handed over the scroll to them. “Here.”

They took the parchment and scanned over the text inscribed upon it, a creeping realization hitting them the further they read along. Their eyes darted to Gale, then to Kar’niss and back to the scroll, their fingers beginning to tremble.

“A wish spell,” they whispered.

This revelation sucked the air out of the room. Astarion’s jaw dropped with amazement while Kar’niss’ breath hitched in his throat. A silence fell over the massive study, each companion eyeing off the other, uncertainty and excitement palpable in their immediate vicinity.

Gale broke the silence first. “What do we do?

Tav pressed their lips into a thin line, soon turning to Kar’niss. “This is it, what we’ve been searching for. You can return to your true form, Kar’niss. Your suffering could come to an end, right here, right now.”

Kar’niss rose from his crouched position, his hand rubbing over his arm in a self-soothing gesture. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat while legs shuffled beneath him in an anxious dance.

“But...this spell, it’s incredibly rare and powerful, is it not? Why waste it on me? So much could be done with this power. If I suffer it is due to my own folly,” Kar’niss said.

Astarion bolted forward as if angered by the statement, his crimson eyes glaring up at the drider. “Have you learned nothing after traveling with us? I know it’s a difficult lesson to learn, it took me far too long as it was. But what happened to you is not your doing. You were a victim, same as I. Take the scroll and reclaim your life.”

Kar’niss shrunk when he was chided so, unable to maintain his gaze on Astarion for too long. His nervous energy didn’t seem to wane, undecided and skeptical of his own worth.

“It’s true, this spell is not easy to come by. We can only use it once. With that said, I know first hand what it is like to be toyed with by the divine. Yours is a particularly cruel case, Kar’niss. As far as we know this is the only way to undo what has been done. I think we can all agree that despite our myriad of problems, this is your best chance at freedom,” Gale said. “We have alternatives to tackle our afflictions, you do not.”

Tav looked between Gale and Astarion, mulling over their words and watching Kar’niss shuffle about nearby. They took time to think and finally made their approach. They stepped toward Kar’niss, lifting an arm to gently rest their palm at the center of his chest.

“This isn’t a choice for any of us to make. You know better than anyone what is in your better interest and I trust in your judgment. If you need time to think it through then take it, you don’t have to decide this very moment.” Tav took a step closer, a warm smile on their face. “What is important is that you make the choice, that it is of your free will. Know that we will support you no matter the road you take. You are not a waste, Kar’niss, not by a long shot.”

Kar’niss listened to what everyone had to say, observing all present with some trepidation. He glanced down at Tav, resting his clawed hand atop of the one pressed to his chest. Without a word he stepped away from the group needing a moment to think by himself.

The others afforded Kar’niss his much needed space, retreating to another part of the tower to continue their search for other useful items. He was still in shock, scarcely believing that they had found such a rare item, something that could change his life moving forward. He came to a stop near a large standing mirror propped on a nearby wall. The drider turned to face the reflective surface, seeing his own image projected right back at him. He jolted from the surprise of it, as if it was the first time he truly saw himself since his change. His legs carried him closer, crouching down to get a better look.

His torso was bloodied from the recent battle, bandages placed over his arms where he’d suffered ice damage. Those details were the easiest to ignore, instead focusing on how twisted his once beautiful visage had become. His fingers reached to feather across the many eyes scattered across his forehead, trailing down to the scarred gash across his lip, finally reaching the hardened chitin sealed along his jawline. His gnarled hand reached out to caress the surface of the mirror as if trying to console the reflection within, his gaze meeting the pair staring back at him. His eyes tread lower, spotting the spider body his torso was haphazardly melded to, his pedipalps trembling beneath his belly button. He snarled and jerked his head away from the mirror, the biting sting of tears starting to collect at the corners of his eyes.

Was he worthy of salvation? He thought back to all of the atrocities he had committed both under Lolth and the Absolute, complacent in the part he played, a willing puppet for their unspeakable crimes. Astarion’s words rang in his mind, the notion that he was a victim rather than a fervent contributor. Should he be punished forever for actions of his past, or could he move beyond it and become the person he was meant to be? Gale’s statements came to mind next, the idea that he had been toyed with by those he worshiped, that he had the opportunity for freedom. What did that mean for someone like him? He could never return to the Underdark, not as a drider or a drow. That home was forever lost to him. Did the surface offer him something more, something greater? Or would he know the same abuse just with different faces?

Tav’s statement crashed through the walls of self doubt and hesitation. This was...his choice? Could he trust himself to make it? He realized he knew one thing for certain, he wanted to stay with Tav at any cost. He didn’t wish to be a burden on them, forever doomed to defend a drider from the gawking and cruel masses who didn’t understand him. Their life together would never know peace so long as Tav had to play protector. There were many other things they couldn’t do as he was now, things he’d long since thought about but was too afraid to voice. He wanted to know love, to know happiness, two things that were always short of his grasp, just out of reach.

Kar’niss turned to look back at the mirror but with more determination in his expression. He examined himself once more, for the final time, his head lifting as if in defiance of what Lolth had made him. He’d give the mirror a shove, pushing it over and letting it shatter on the floor below.

“Never again.”

During this time the group had pilfered much of the area. Gale had taken to reading the many texts stored on the bookshelves while Astarion hung his clothes on the balcony to dry, parading around in his underwear with no shame. Tav rolled their eyes at the display.

“There are many robes scattered about you could wear in the meantime,” Tav grumbled.

“Yes but they’re old, and ugly. Besides I look stunning au naturel. Really, you should be thanking me for providing your eyes with such a feast.” Astarion swished his arm in an effeminate arc.

Tav groaned and slumped deeper in the chair they had sat upon. “I’m going to regurgitate that feast onto Lorroakan’s carpet if you don’t stop.”

Their prattling was interrupted when they heard the clicking steps of the driders return. Gale closed his book and Tav stood up, Astarion joining the pair to look upon Kar’niss, the air of expectation heavy around them.

“Have you made a choice?” Tav asked.

Kar’niss rubbed his hands together nervously, looking between the three so as to work up the courage to make such an announcement.

“I thought about what you’ve said, all of you. While I still...struggle to believe I am worthy of this gift, I don’t want to spend the remainder of my life in hiding. You found me at the worst point in my life. You could’ve killed me without a second thought, you spared me instead. You showed endless kindness and patience while I struggled to contend with my own mind, feelings I thought to be genuine. I can’t return to the Underdark and Lolth’s shadow will forever follow me. At least with this spell I have the chance to live on the surface with a modicum of peace. I—“ He trailed off, his expression twisted while he searched for the right words. “I want to be happy. I don’t know what that really means for someone like me but I’m willing to find out.” He’d take in a shaken breath. “Use it.”

All three spared a glance to one another, seeming pleased with his conclusion. Tav stepped forward to hold the scroll out to Kar’niss but the drider raised both hands in refusal.

“I think since Gale found the scroll, he should do the honors. That and I am worried I’ll word it wrong and botch the entire thing. I don’t want to make my condition worse,” Kar’niss said.

Gale chuckled and took the scroll from Tav. “A fair concern, I will be diligent with my phrasing. Are you ready?”

Kar’niss inhaled a deep chest full of air, his legs dancing shuffling beneath him once more. “I think so, yes.”

Tav wandered over, issuing a comforting squeeze to his hip. “Everything will be fine. We’re right here.” They’d then back away to give distance for the spell to work its magic.

Astarion and Tav kept their distance, the vampire taking Tav’s hand into his own to give it a reassuring squeeze. Despite all his fanfare he realized the importance of this moment for all involved. Gale stepped forward keeping a gap between himself and the anxious drider, holding up the scroll to focus on arcane concentration.

“I wish for the drider known as Kar’niss to be restored to his true form, complete and whole as the drow he was before Lolth’s cruel curse kissed his essence. Memories hale and intact, body rich and vibrant, freed of the evil rendered upon him against his will.”

As soon as the last word left Gale’s lips the scroll in his hands crumbled to dust, their particles glittering in the air. They floated over to Kar’niss and began to dance in a shimmering ring around him. Kar’niss looked around with an urgent jerk of his head, lifting his arms due to a tinge of fear striking his core. The particles grew in size and number until they formed a continuous beam of golden light, expanding to form a dome of radiance that concealed the drider in full. Gale, Astarion and Tav stood by, their eyes wide and breath baited. They couldn’t look away even as the light increased in intensity, unable to see what was happening within. Loose papers in the tower went flying, carried away by the breeze radiating from the churning sphere in the center of the room. All of them could feel the force of this magic and it’s near infinite power, crackling and buzzing with arcane energy of a grand magnitude. The swirling golden light started to shrink in on itself, a notion that made Tav step forward with concern. Was Kar’niss alright, what was happening to him?

Soon the sphere shrunk to half the size it had been prior to its conjuring, the shell cracking down the center and breaking away, portions of the dome flaking away and disintegrating from sight. Once the shell had all but faded away the only thing that was left behind was the glowing silhouette of a man on the floor, doubled over on his hands and knees. The aura steadily peeled away revealing the changed individual beneath. A doubled over drow male was left behind, his form naked and vulnerable. The trio nearby watched in stunned silence, waiting for a sign that the spell had truly done as advertised.

A soft groan rumbled from the man on the floor, his hands pushing himself up into a seated position. He was dazed but alive and healthy by all appearances. Shoulder length white hair curtained around his pale face, now cleansed of the eyes which had once dotted his brow. The hard carapace that once molded over his arms, chest and jawline were no where to be seen, leaving behind smooth flesh and darkened nipples. Most notable were the presence of legs, two instead of eight, thighs muscular and firm. Kar’niss held up his hands which had begun to shake, looking them over in awe. His fingers were smooth rather than jagged and rough, able to bend his fingers with more flexibility than he had prior. He ran his palms across his face, particularly his forehead, noting the absence of the additional orbs he once carried. Finally, he glanced down to see his legs and genitals, all as they had been once upon a time. A choked gasp surged from his throat as the reality of it all began to set in. He was back to himself.

Tav rushed into action once they assessed the situation. They ran over and grabbed a loose blanket draped over a nearby chair, darting to Kar’niss’ side. They dropped to their knees in front of him, draping the garment over his shoulders to stave off the incoming chill.

“Kar’niss, are you alright? How do you feel?” Tav asked.

The drow didn’t know what to say at first, still patting over his torso and thighs in an effort to make sure this wasn’t a dream. He shook his head, mouth hanging agape, a swell of something building in his chest that he hadn’t felt in an age; Joy. His trembling lips pulled into an emotional smile, throwing his arms out to wrap them around Tav. Pulled into the vice grip of a hug Tav promptly laughed from surprise and relief, their arms threading around his torso to return the gesture enthusiastically.

“Th-Thank you...thank you…” Kar’niss whimpered, his face buried in Tav’s neck.

Tav bit their lower lip while stroking the back of his hair, leaning more into the embrace.

“You did most of the work, Kar’niss. This is your victory as much as it is ours. I’m proud of you.”

He bit back a sob from such a heartfelt statement, fingers curled into the small of Tav’s back. He leaned away enough to make eye contact with them, his body radiating overwhelming emotion. He cupped Tav’s face and brought them in for a kiss, one that he put every ounce of his body and soul into. Tav returned the affection with equal vigor, clinging to the man they adored so.

As the pair embraced Gale and Astarion stood by, looking on with their own sense of pride and joy at the outcome. Gale glanced Astarion’s way.

“You really couldn’t have put on some clothes for this monumental, once in a lifetime moment?” Gale grunted.

Astarion scoffed and waved a hand about dismissively. “Darling, they’re not paying one speck of attention to me. For once, that’s a good thing, mw-ha! Besides, my near nudity will likely help Kar’niss feel less self conscious about his own.”

Gale chuckled and propped his arm on Astarion’s shoulder, leaning into him while looking Tav and Kar’niss’ way.

“True enough, Astarion. True enough.”

Tav and Kar’niss continued to hold and kiss one another, filled with relief and hope for what future lay ahead. This was the beginning of a new journey for the pair, one that they were ready to face together.

To the very end.

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zootopiathingz · 1 month

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Give me a scene like from the Mario movie, where everyone for whatever reason has separated and Charlie is left to fight the Big Bad all by herself. Alastor is the only one of the group who stayed. She tells him to go, to save himself while he can, and apologizes for getting him involved in this mess. He says something like “darling, I believe I said that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you” And thus the two walk into the battlefield together, outnumbered, but ready to fight alongside each other

#it won’t happen but a girl can daydream lol #headcanon #what if scenario #charlastor #radiobelle #charlie morningstar #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #lady luxo rambles

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captainlilyuniverseworld · 1 month

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What If...

What if Astarion and Gale had met years prior to the events of the mindflayer invasion? What if instead, Astarion had met a young wizarding apprentice at a bar?

Pairing: Astarion/Gale

Rating M (Nsfw under the cut)

Sweet and Supple

The tavern is noisy when Astarion walks inside, the conversation doesn’t stop but he clocks the interested stares and glances his way as he takes off his cloak and drapes it over his arm. It’d been a long day of signing warrants, issuing warrants, dealing with the petty problems of even pettier people and now he wanted a drink.

Maybe something tart. He passed by a young elfen woman. Her eyes like pools of water. Or spicey, the tiefling near the stairs to the second floor wasn’t hard on the eyes. Maybe robust? He ran a hand through his hair clocking the ranger at the bar.

He sat at the bar, a seat between himself and the ranger and drummed his fingers on the counter as he waited for the bartender. He ordered a glass of wine. Red. It tasted like vinegar but one did have to keep up appearances.

Astarion barely hid his grimace on the first sip and scanned the tavern again. He knew the ranger kept glancing at him. Could feel in the interested stare, the low hum of his pulse from the blood rushing through his veins.

He was prepared to give the ranger what he wanted when another smell reached his nose. Something soft and sweet. He turned in his seat, curious and narrowed his eyes at the young man almost huddled at a small corner table.

Young. With a soft face, dark eyes, shoulder length mousy brown hair. He kept scanning the bar as if he was waiting for someone but it was mostly nerves. There was a glass of wine on the table and a bottle.

Broken heart perhaps? Astarion titled his head to the side.

He ran his tongue over his teeth and stood, ranger forgotten as he made his way to the table. The young man startled when he saw Astarion leaning against the chair opposite him.

“They say drinking alone is worse than finding a kobold in a barrel of firewine,” Astarion smiled a bit. “Waiting for a friend?”

“I…was supposed to,” the young man nodded a little. “Seems, they forgot…” he cleared his throat. “I was just leaving though, you can uh, have the bottle if you like.”

“Now, what did I just say about drinking alone?” Astarion chastised with no real bite behind it. He pulled out the chair he’d been leaning against and sat down. “Stay a spell.” He looked at the bottle and whistled impressed. “Arkhen’s hoard? Pricey.”

“Is it? I uh…just sort of picked something random,” the other man admitted and rubbed the back of his neck.

Astarion leaned back in seat, glancing him over once more, taking in his appearance. He was dressed in a bit more finery than those of this particular tavern might be. There was a half of a crest that he could make out on the young man’s coat.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Astarion guessed.

“I’m visiting from Waterdeep,” the young man told him. “I, well I was visiting Sorcerous Sundries. I had hoped to get a peak at some of their more priceless volumes but, even a student of the great Eliminster can’t get past the clerk…” he sighed. “I’m Gale, by the way.” He offered his hand.

Soft. Warm. He could feel his pulse quicken slightly.

“I’m Astarion,” he smiled and shook his hand.

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“I um, I have a confession to make,” Gale glanced over at Astarion as they continued to walk down the street of the upper city.

They’d left the tavern a little after the sun had set completely, the air was cool and smelled like saltwater from the docks not too far off. Gale’s cheeks had a nice flush to them, almost rosy in color.

He’d gotten progressively closer to Astarion in the course of their walking. He didn’t seem to pay too much attention to his surroundings once he started talking and gods did he talk.

“I’m an apprentice wizard,” Gale told Astarion. “Elminster is my teacher and I’ve been told I’m something of a prodigy.”

“How modest,” Astarion had teased drinking more of his wine.

He talked about magic, he talked about Elminster, he talked about the Weave and someone named Mystra. Who she was, Astarion had no idea, but Gale was mesmerized by her it seemed.

“And what’s that dear boy?” Astarion asked.

Gale’s cheek darkened more at the term.

“I wasn’t actually waiting for anyone…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I did go to Sorcerous Sundries, but I was hoping to speak to the man who owned the store, the wizard Lorroakan. All I got was a smart ass projection and a not very helpful rare book clerk.”

“So you intended to get drunk and forget it happened?” Astarion asked.

“More of less,” Gale nodded a bit embarrassed.

“Well, I’m glad,” Astarion mused. He reached out, first touching Gale’s cheek, running his thumb over the young man’s lower lip. “Because it meant that I got to meet you.”

“O…Oh?” Gale looked up at him.

Those big dark eyes, so open.

“Mhmm,” Astarion leaned in.

He took his time, both as not to startle Gale, but not so fast that he could pull away if this isn’t what he wanted. He brushed their lips together, Gale still hadn’t moved, but then he surged forward, pressing his lips more firmly to Astarion’s.

Astarion made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, backing them up they were partially hidden under one of the stone walkways. He pressed Gale against the stone wall, one hand at Gale’s lower back, the other braced on the wall.

Gale’s hands were around Astarion, gripping his coat so tightly Astarion was briefly worried it might tear. He only pulled away when he could feel Gale’s chest heaving against his own, the young wizard titled his head back against the wall, panting.

Astarion could almost hear the blood rushing in his veins and moved the hand against the wall to the back of Gale’s neck, wrapping some errant curls around his fingers. He kissed him against, working his way down his chin, his jaw, letting his teeth scrape against the soft skin of his throat.

Gale shivered parting his legs as Astarion nudged them apart with his knee.

Astarion peered up at him threw his lashes. Gale’s eyes were closed, his lips parted, panting. He licked a stripe up his throat and tugged at the ties of Gale’s pants. He wormed his had inside, wrapping his hand around Gale’s cock.

“This alright?” Astarion nibbled at his neck.

“Nng,” Gale thrust into his hand.

“Words darling, words,” Astarion teased.

“Ye..yes, fuck,” Gale held onto his coat tighter. “Please, please, please.”

And who was Astarion to deny such sweet words. He gave a few teasing strokes, smearing the precum along the length. Gale rocked his hand, trying to thrust into Astarion’s hand. His cock throbbed, the scent of him quickly filling the air.

Astarion quickened his pace wanting to time it just right, Gale’s pulse quickened and Astarion opened his mouth, sinking his fangs into the young wizard’s throat as Gale tensed pressing against him, grinding against his knee and hand as he spilled into his hand.

Astarion moaned as the blood filled his mouth. So sweet and supple. Like a pear just the right side of ripe. He pulled back, running his tongue along the marks he made. He slipped his hand from Gale’s pants, licking the spilled seed from his fingers.

Gale slumped against the wall, Astarion shouldering most of his weight. Not that he minded at the moment.

“That was uh...um…” Gale panted and swallowed.

“Wonderful? I couldn’t agree more,” Astarion leaned in and kissed him. Softly this time. “But alas, it is late. Where are you staying?”

“U…uh,” Gale licked his lips and swallowed. “The Elfsong.”

Astarion deftly retied Gale’s pants, stepping back so the young man could compose himself. “I shall walk you there.”

“Oh…I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Gale replied.

“Good thing you’re not asking,” Astarion told him.

The walk to the Elfsong was not as long as Astarion would have preferred. Feeding aside, he actually enjoyed the other man’s company. It was refreshing, not talking about warrants, and citations. Petty problems of the upper elite.

Astarion stopped just outside the Elfsong, with his hands in his pockets. “Will you be in Baldur’s gate long?”

“Couple more days,” Gale nodded. “I wanted to visit the Stormshore Tabernacle. They have a shrine dedicated to Mystra and I’d feel rude not paying my respects.”

“I’ve unfortunately got a mountain of paperwork to accomplish, but perhaps the day after tomorrow, we could do something a bit more proper?” Astarion asked.

“More proper as in, not shamelessly making out and ahem, shoving your hand down my pants,” Gale coughed lightly into his hand. “Not that I minded.”

Astarion chuckled and nodded. “Is that a yes then?”

“Yeah, yes,” Gale nodded.

“Good. Tomorrow night after next,” Astarion told him.

He watched Gale head into the Elfsong and ran his tongue over his teeth again. He could still taste remnants of the sweetness of Gale’s blood, the musk of his seed and turned on his heel as he began his walk home.

“Absolutely delightful,” he mused.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #gale #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #bloodweave #gale x astarion #what if scenario

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odditycircus-2002 · 4 months

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Daddy Shang Tsung

And no, I don’t mean in a kinky way. I mean as something that came from this ask and this ask. Also this song:

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What if MK11 Shang Tsung became so lonely over the eons without his wife, Y/N? He misses everything about you, from your smile, your laughter, your hypnotic eyes, and your twisted genius. Yet, he can’t bring himself to replace you, since the reason why, besides self preservation, he betrayed Earthrealm was in response to the Elder Gods taking you away from him! Still, it would be a waste that he’s prepared a lavish island for your return and only he gets to enjoy it all. So after some deep thinking, he decides he would bring a part of you back. Using a lock of your hair and his essence, he created a perfect infant clone of you and him, along with some of Reptile’s DNA as to give this clone a needed edge to best serve him as well. He shedded a tear when he first held a successful and stable clone in his arms.

This clone, a daughter, would’ve had a glamourous upbringing, the best education (courtesy of her father), and the best training. Shang Tsung would make it clear to his “daughter” that while he can give everything to her, he can take it away as well from any whiff of betrayal. Yet, there would be no need as his daughter has stuck by his side, no matter the tragic cost. Something, he’ll always be grateful for. Drilling it in her head that he’s their only true ally, and not to trust anyone from Outworld’s court. The Elder Gods are why her “mother” has been taken away from them both. Their family will be complete and safe once he holds power, and reunites with Y/N. While he may seem aloof and strict with his daughter, he does love her in his own way. As she is as much a piece of him as she is you.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #oddball speaks #oddball writes #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #mk11 #What if scenario #MLP #Discord #Youtube

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simm-mouse · 4 months

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Just a man and his son

#my bullshit #my art #fanart #the sims 2 #ts2 #strangetown #nervous subject #stink death boy #smelly bastard #what if scenario #mental break au #Nervous fucking breaks au #Needles #Needles Curious #needles the flour sack baby #flour sack baby

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 1 month

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It amuses me to think of the astrals holding traveler like the sad wet cat he is, wondering why this kid is the potentially new danger

#sams au #trapped forever au #what if scenario

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little-box-of-autism · 1 year

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What I am forced to See

Free to use prompt / concept / idea

Inspired by a conversation I had with @alexihollis

Tsu'tey had known the demon child for fifteen years, but he had never saw the boy. He had not wanted to, did not need to, the child was just another demon.

A child born from the demon who brought down Hometree.

But now as Tsu'tey watched the boy convulse on the ground before him, the demon child's small body stiffening and shaking violently at the same time while blood dripped from his nose, he had no choice but to see.

He saw a child; a boy.

Spider was thinner than Tsu'tey recalled him being, his skin looked more sickly, and his hair was cut short, like someone had forcefully cut away at it.

"Didn't say n'thin -, told 'em ta' kil'me -, n'ver said an'thin -, na'matt'r how 'uch it 'urt."

His speech had been slurring when a hunter had brought him in, half dead on his feet with a malfunctioning mask and a leg that was clearly broken.

Three days.

That is how long Spider had trekked through the forest on a broken leg, without ever stopping to rest, and while wearing a malfunctioning mask.

Forced tsaheylu was an abomination, a crime against Eywa, and Tsu'tey felt ill when the dreamwalker - Norm - told him that that was the torture the child has endured for four months, leaving his mind scarred and damaged.

He had not given up a thing.

He had protected the People, those who had never accepted him, at the cost of his own mind.

He was a child.

That was all Tsu'tey could see now.

A child that he had failed.

#avatar #avatar angst #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #tsu'tey lives #miles spider socorro #spider socorro angst #what if scenario

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copykattfreak · 6 months

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What if Alone doesn't make it through the mirror? Will the mirror break before she makes it through?

Or maybe...

...a monster grabs her from behind?

#digital art #little nightmares #fanart #little nightmares fanart #digital illustration #digital painting #little nightmares 3 #little nightmares low #little nightmares alone #horror #horror games #video games #video games fanart #sad art #tradgedy #what if #what if scenario

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mythicalartistx · 10 months

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Eraqus and Xehanort parallels Sora's and Riku's relationship.

But a relationship in which Sora failed to save Riku.

Aqua said a similar thing to Sora, to make sure he would save Riku from darkness if he would ever take a dark path.

It's interesting because Xehaqus is basically a what if situation with Sora and Riku.

What if ... Riku couldn't fight off Ansem and he kept using his body for darkness.

What if... the darkness consumed him too much?

And you see when Riku is showing signs of being with darkness, Sora hates that he has to fight him. He doesn't want to, he just wants his friend back.

Another thing I want to point out is Eraqus is considered lazy at first. Sora was also considered that a bit.

Riku mentioned how Sora would just sleep without a care and he had to build the raft himself since Sora was slacking off.

Their dynamic is also similar with how they interact both teasing and messing around.

Eraqus is seemed more of a jokester and silly, while Xehanort is more serious but teases Eraqus. It's the same way for Sora and Riku's relationship.

Last comparison, when a certain character makes and decision and leaves Xehanort says this line which is the same thing Riku says about Sora wanting to help his friend and get her back.

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slutforaemond · 1 year

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What if modern! aemond was your tutor?

Imagine him in sweatpants and tshirt with a loose pony tail and glasses. His hair strands falling over his specs as he gazes down at you.

Him focusing on the math problem while all you could do was stare at his gorgeous face.

You would steal glances whenever you could and would try hard not to get blushing like a maniac every time he takes your name. You could hardly focus on your studies but you tried hard. You tried hard not because of your inclination to study but to hear him say in his deep unintentionally sultry voice , "Good girl."

Only if he knew just how wet you got each time hearing him praise you. You could barely keep yourself from purring in response every time.

Not just the praises, oh no, his reprimands would never fail to send your pussy behave like a bitch in heat.

But you never let him know your slutty inner thoughts. You tried really hard to not let your inclinations be known to him.

But oh it was so hard! Sometimes you would fear he could just smell how aroused you were. You would search his face for any reaction but he always maintained the cool controlled expression which made your pussy throb for him.

You could only fantasize scenarios where you had the courage to make advances on him, while letting yourself come undone on your fingers; sitting on the very chair he sat; his lingering musk sending you into fits of blissful orgasms everytime.

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Might write an aemond pov to this as well depending on the response this one gets (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

Hope you enjoy it! 💜

#aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #aemond #aemond imagines #aemond smut #hotd smut #modern aemond #modern aemond smut #what if #what if scenario

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tulipe-rose · 22 days

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Imagine how ironic, if not hilarious, it would be if yet another ginger took his last breathes while laying between Dazai's arms. I take it to be an interesting scenario multiple accounts attempted writing, and succeeding magnificently at that. I really enjoy reading the bitter tragedy interpreted by dozens of unique perspectives, such that I though I might as well add in my own. (Someone else probably thought of this first, so please don't call me a thief. If you do find a similar opinion, I'd appreciate it if you could politely link the post for me to read.)

Chūya Nakahara. Great Port Mafia executive, and wielder of his infamous gravitational ability; one of the most fearsome abilities out there. Enough to spark terror in the hearts of those whom once dared to oppose him, and survived to witness the light of day by some miracle. Said ability however, doesn't stand alone. The demon Arahabaki, a power that bears great weight on the ginger head's shoulders, occupies the young man's body around the clock. When activated, all sense is lost,and blind rage is left to lead.

Such a devastatingly extraordinary sight, quite fit for the demonic entity.

Finding beauty, or positive significance in such a hazardous display was something unique to the demon prodigy alone.

Chūya never truly resorts to using the Arahabaki demon unless backed into a corner, having complete faith in his partner's capability of halting him when the job was taken care of.

This time was supposedly no different. There occurred a fierce battle on a certain tranquil night, one that'd go down in history. There wasn't much of an option, it was a do or die situation, the stakes being the lives of his comrades. Chūya never hesitated when it came to protecting those whom treated him well, and had a significance in his heart. He'd never abandon them, even if they were to throw him under the bus. He was far too loyal.

Anyhow, Chūya slowly starts reciting the verse he seemed all too familiar with, before slowly descending into a feral state. The battle commences, and it's an utter disaster.

The enemy won't budge, and the corrupted Mafioso would be sent into more of an unintelligible state of madness, desiring destruction.

An issue arises, and that would be the absence of a particular lanky-beanpole, waste if bandages. By now, Dazai would be stepping in to break Chūya free of his corrupted chains, yet he's nowhere to be seen. Hell breaks loose, and the Arahabaki demon inflicts it's final blow.

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Chūya Nakahara's body would crash to the ground before collapsing. His consciousness returned to him with great strain, and he was aware his last moments were his current. A faint sequence of haggard breathing could be heard. Though not having enough strength to take a glance at them, he knew whom these breathes belonged to. He knew that sound like the back of his hand; they didn't know each other for so long for nothing.

A soft croak escaped his partner, it's goal to grab the bandaged man's attention. The tone of voice was extremely faint and airy, yet Dazai paid undivided attention to every word. "'Agh... Hurts like hell..."

The messy man races over to cradle his partner's body, sensing the consciousness withering away. "Oh Chūya... You..." Dazai repeated to himself more than anything, his face rested into a frown, whispering in a low tone laced with subtle desperation. Regret was evident, and an expression that had been hidden away for far too long adorned his face next; sadness.

Dazai readjusts Chūya's position in his arms, "Now, now, Take it easy." Chūya looks on in mock irritation, before coughing up a handful of blood, causing him to recoil in exhaustion. "Damn it... This is probably it for me... Though I had no idea waking up was an possible... I'm... saying this only once... .. Don't you dare die, you damned Mackerel... That weretiger needs you..." Dazai looked on in muted horror, anxiety, strong denial and sorrow. The moment he never assumd to come, the one that he had happily dreamt of; it's here, and Dazai couldn't help but feel helpless. He held Chūya tighter, never daring to interrupt. "Ane-san..." His speech was sluggish, and his breathing patterns were inconsistent. Most of his words came out incoherent, and much was left unsaid, but Dazai knew what was to be done.

''AUGHHGU..." Pools of blood spewed out, staining his clothes further, his consciousness blacking in and out. "Ugh... I wasn't expecting it to be peaceful anyway... You- know... What to do... So I'll leave it to you..."

Abrupt silence hit, and the ginger's body went limp; embracing a long overdue rest.

The brunette gave his partner a melancholic look, clutching onto the small statured corpse gracefully lumped in his hold.

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(I kind of hate how it turned out ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡. Whatever--, moving on with life.

I personally view this as platonic soulmates/Friendship where bonds go deeper than blood/complicated siblings????(Not really), please don't judge me ＼⁠(ﾟ⁠ｰﾟ⁠＼⁠))

#bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #writers on tumblr #saff-ron tag #ao3 writer #what if scenario #dead Nakahara Chuuya #was this too ooc??#i'm dtill trying to understand Osamu and Chūya #I'm still pretty confused on some of their characteristics #especially Osamu #i really wish to get this man one day the way Chūya does #ughh #platonic soulmates #platonic skk

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