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any relationship that involves a queer person is queer 👍 yes this includes m/f relationships 👍 yes this includes bi women dating straight men 👍 throw your biphobia directly in the trash 👍

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Ascended Astarion would let himself get painted nude and them obnoxiously send these paintings to Tav, who left him - like the medieval fantasy version of an unsolicited dickpic.

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Commission from Ulyana

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Wanted to upload some non companion screenshots too. The lighting in bg3 is so *chef's kiss*

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I want to take more screenshots of bg3 ambiance/bg3 environment? Idk what it's called.

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Raphael's Folly.

Inspired by Into the Dark by David Knight.

#GORGEOUS

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this is so so funny. just ignoring someone who's inside your mind and can read your every thought. it knows you can hear it just fine. it knows you're being obtuse on purpose. the pettiness

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry written c. October 1936, featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 2

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Astarion is afraid: "He is so afraid. So, so afraid. Of everyone, besides you, who he ought to fear most." -Sceleritas Fel, about Astarion

"He is afraid. He is afraid because all he has ever known is you and me, and without us he is nothing." -Cazador Szarr, about Astarion

He wants to be safe: "I'd see how to safely keep the powers this mind flayer's worm has given me." - Astarion, wishing on the magic mirror

"I'm doing this for you, too, you know. To make sure we're both safe. Forever, for good." -Astarion, to romanced player, about Ascending

"You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. Your seething passions lead only to pleasure. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it." -Naoise Nallinto, giving Astarion a vision of his deepest desire, safety

He gets his wish: "You were patient. You cared. I feel safe with you. Seen." -Astarion, confessing his love

"This little adventure of ours has taught me that we can't let our lives be ruled by fear. Or else we never really live. I'm not afraid. Not of you, not of your darkness, and not of our future." - Astarion, to romanced Durge

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rolan’s little silver hairs at his temple save me

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Hi there! It’s me Nirraart and it’s my the very first post on tumblr.

My Terin with her little lord.^^

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tiny Kar’niss discovers moths love lamp

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Tav visits Haarlep after the incubus just finished up having a particular rough session with someone and Tav immediately abandons whatever intentions brought them to the boudoir and tends to Haarlep once it becomes clear that no aftercare occurred. 🐾

oh bless, that's so sweet. Someone to consider his needs above all? Incredible. That's the sort of care he deserves <3.

Even with aftercare, I think he'd often been the one giving, not receiving. Some pampering to set that right, is definitively in order.

Running a bath, his favourite scented oils, a gentle back rub, and then falling asleep listening to you read Raphael's dairy out loud as a bed time story... :) This situation is intimate and unexpected enough that it may even get a "what did I do to deserve you?" out of him <3.

Alright; lil drabble (divider by saradika-graphics)

Haarlep found you as he returned, bone tired, to the boudoir. That was intense. Not the most pleasant either, but pleasant has received new meaning after meeting you, so that's hardly a fair standard.

"Hey love," you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek. "You doing alright?"

"What a pleasure to see you pay me a visit," he flirted, shamelessly, flaunting his body as usual as he dragged himself over to the healing pool.

"You don't look that fine to me." You follow him, your armour clanking on the floor behind you as you go. The water smells like cherry, Raphael's favourite. It'll have to do, as your love doesn't seem patient enough to wait for you to run another bath. The water parts before him, the crystal blue contrasting against the red of his skin, and he sinks in deep.

"Just tired."

"Don't tell me you pulled a muscle." you joke, keeping your tone lighthearted. "Would Raphael feel that one too?"

The incubus snorts. "I'm sure you know of a way to make me feel better."

Sex. Everything always seemed to be about sex to him. A lot was, sure. But not tonight. You settle behind him, up to your shoulders in the water. It's always the perfect temperature, a hot bath is truly a luxury. The sponge drips water on his shoulders, beading like glass against his oiled skin. With gentle circles, you wash him. He hums, and after a while, his eyes sink shut. Smiling as you watch him, you take your time to enjoy this moment.

"Lean your head back," you say, softly. He does, and his hair is next. When you're done, you climb onto his lap, the incubus' skin hotter than the water, and bring your hands to his face. His eyes open slowly, blinking like a cat, and his arms snake around your waist.

"Am I being pampered? My my..."

"You wish," you retort, "I'm just trying to get my fill of how delicious you are when you keep your mouth shut." To soothe the sting of your playful teasing, you peck a kiss on his lips.

His laughter rings through the boudoir. "Very well. I'll indulge you."

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Dom Van Utrecht (Sint-Maartenskathedraal) Utrecht, Netherlands

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Raphael or Haarlep reacting to waking up as the little spoon, even though the little mouse is smaller than the fiend. Like Tav's chest is pressed against the fiend's back, arms loosely but tenderly wrapped around his torso, their head resting by his shoulder blades as he feels the mortal's peaceful breath gently fanning the base of his wings. Perhaps the fiend even realizes that his tail has ended up coiled around one of Tav's legs.

Here you go, love, and thank you for the ask!

Please let me know if you enjoyed, reblogs very welcome, I'm v enamoured with the half-devil <3 and I love getting to talk to others who love him too ^^

Summary: fluff, fade to black hinting at smut, sleepy cambion, no warnings.

Wordcount: 345

divider by saradika-graphics

How did the House of Hope come to be your escape, you wondered, absentmindedly, half asleep. You curled into the cambion in front of you, comfortable in between his wings, resting your chin on his shoulder. His heat kept you warm, but still you preferred a blanket. It felt more intimate to be underneath one together. His presence made Avernus feel like home, the sounds of the Blood War a far off noise that lulled you to sleep. It was never easy to sneak away from camp unnoticed to spend time with Raphael, but at this point, you didn't care what your companions thought. You slept best with the cambion.

The tail around that's gently curled around your leg, tightened for a moment, twitching as it stretched and relaxed. He's waking up. Softly, you pressed kisses into his skin, enjoying the ridges of his spine.

He hummed as he stretched the rest of him, tensing for a moment as the arm slung over his waist inhibited his movement.

"Comfortable, are you, my dear?" His voice was still thick with sleep. You tightened your arm around him, preventing him from turning around. It was nice to be the big spoon. Would he feel safe, as you feel when he holds you?

"You're very warm," you say softly, "I'm sorry if I woke you. We can still sleep a bit more..."

He lifted your arm to turn around, you let him this time. Immediately, he leaned in, noses bumping, and kissed you deeply. The sharpness of his teeth still delighted you, bringing up images from the night before. The bitemark in your thigh throbbed at the memory. His groan as you lick into his mouth was sinfully deep. With a big hand, he held your face still, to kiss deeper, so deep it felt like you barely got to breathe. He's truly a dream, you thought, moaning as you traced the ridges on his back.

He dislodged from you, holding you close, trapped within his arms, to say: "Sleep? Hm. Maybe there's something else we could be doing instead..."

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