I Had An Interesting Night Last Night

Raphael, stroking Tav’s hair: You're so cute and hot.

Tav, sleepily: I could beat the shit out of you.

Haarlep, snuggling Tav: and I would help.

Raphael, lovingly: I know.

West Belfast, Ireland

Durgetash Fic Concept: A Durge that has no interest whatsoever in resisting the urge, that loves killing and longs to reshape the world into endless piles of corpses in their father's name, watches Gortash die in front of them and instantly decides that they'd fight Bhaal naked with only their teeth and claws if that was what it took to get him back. Then recognizes that what they actually need in order to get him back is something perhaps even more frightening—leverage over Bane.

So they resist Bhaal, resist the Emperor, resist anyone else who dares get in their way, and claim the Netherbrain for themselves, then... they make an offer to Bane (as spoken to through the remains of the only life that ever actually mattered). They'll unleash the army of Baldur's Gate in his name... on one condition.

Bane already knows what that condition is, of course. He's amused, primarily. He knows he's already won, that Durge's desire for power makes him stronger whether they actively help him or not, that their desire for Gortash makes them weaker and gives him a way to control them whether Durge acknowledges it or not. So he agrees.

Gortash comes back to a world where Durge is Bane's Chosen and master of the Netherbrain, where they've achieved everything that he failed to. His soul may not have spent long suffering at Bane's hand, but it was long enough to mar it. He doesn't understand why they brought him back. He failed, he'd shown that he's not Durge's equal. He says that Durge should send him back to Bane.

Durge looks at him with eyes that are somehow both disappointed and eager. Doesn't he see? He's not Durge's equal. Bane gifted him to them. He's not going anywhere. He'll sit on the throne beside them if they tell him to. Durge will drag him kicking and screaming back to their shared kingdom if they have to.

it’s not gay to help another man button his shirt/jacket. But it could be

𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | oneshot

pairing—astarion x m!tav summary—when tav falls ill, everyone at camp is surprised to find that astarion is intent on staying by his side until he’s better warnings—illness, mention of poison, soft astarion, worried astarion, worried party, hurt/comfort, extensive use of pet names, super soft, extreme fluff word count—754 rating—teen note—this is entirely self-indulgent because i’ve been really ill this past week (thanks covid) and the whole time i was thinking about how astarion would comfort tav if he was hurt/sick so i came up with the idea for this

“How is he?” he asks and for what might be the first time, she can hear sincerity in his voice.

“Better,” the cleric sighed, “He’s getting better but he’ll still need some time to recover. You can sit with him but if I see those fangs of yours anywhere near him—”

Astarion rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "I assure you, Shadowheart, my intentions are far from what you seem to believe. I would never harm Tav. Surely that much has become clear to you by now?"

The sceptical half-elf hummed, “I suppose he will be safe enough for now. Even if your concern for him was a lie I doubt you’d want to risk sucking up any poison that might still be loitering in his veins.”

He knew she had every right to be distrusting of him, especially when it came to Tav’s safety. He only hoped one day they would all finally see just how much Tav really meant to him. That his feelings weren’t a lie. Until then, he’d have to make do with their concern over their friend and his questionable taste in partners.

“A… Astarion?” His weak voice croaked out the moment the vampire spawn ducked inside the tent.

Tav was laying on the blankets, his body completely sweat-ridden as his face contorted with discomfort. He was in still pain, still so vulnerable.

Astarion was by his side in an instant, his cold hands reaching out to gently touch his lover’s forehead. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m here. I’m right here.”

The cool touch of his hand was welcome as it immediately began to cool Tav’s fever. Gale had already expressed his suspicion that it would do as much. There certainly were at least a few perks of being undead.

“Let’s cool you down, shall we?” He wasted no time removing his shirt before crawling down beside his lover. One strong arm gently wrapped around Tav and pulled him closer, hoping that the coldness of his skin would help ease at least some of the pain.

Tav's laboured breaths finally began to slow as he nestled into the embrace, finding solace in the chill of Astarion's body. His fingers wrapped themselves around the cool arm around him, pulling it closer to his chest.

The vampire spawn chuckled against his ear. “Easy, little love, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers traced delicate patterns on Tav's forehead, willing the fever to subside.

Outside the tent, Shadowheart kept a close eye on the pair and, in doing so, her initial scepticism gradually gave way to a begrudging acceptance of the vampire's genuine concern. She couldn't deny the tenderness she saw in Astarion's eyes as he cared for their companion. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before. A side of him she hadn’t even known was there.

Maybe it wasn’t just about self preservation or sexual desire. Just maybe he truly did care for Tav. She never thought love was something he was capable of but the longer she watched them, the more she realised just how wrong she had been.

Soon enough, his lover was sound asleep in his arms. Sleeping without a sign of pain or discomfort. It was the first time he’d slept properly since his affliction which meant Shadowheart was right, he was getting better.

“You know, you really scared me for a moment there. I… I thought I was going to lose you. I don’t want to go through that again.”

He spoke despite knowing there was no one to hear him. Speaking to a sleeping lover who, as if on instinct, rolled over to snuggle closer into him.

"I'll protect you with everything I have, my love," Astarion murmured, "I promise you that. You mean more to me than I ever thought possible." He knew that Tav couldn't hear him, but the words were as much for himself as they were for his lover.

Astarion had always been a creature of darkness, bound by instinct and desire. Forced to do his cynical master’s bidding. Yet, in Tav's presence, he had found a glimmer of something different, something more profound. It was a love he never thought he deserved, but now that he had it, he would do anything to defend it.

And so, beneath the starlit sky, Astarion held Tav close, vowing silently to cherish every moment they had together, determined to prove that his love was not just words but a promise to protect and endure, no matter the cost.

I just saw a Palestinian holding the headless body of a child in Rafah, in front of smoke and flames. This is what the ethno-nationalist ideology of Zionism has lead to. This is what western-backed, racist, genocidal imperialism looks like - a man holding a limp, headless child.

You can only reblog this today.

HBO said “Happy Pride Month! Have Rhaenyra don religious cosplay to secretly meet Alicent! No homoerotic subtext at all!” and I love that for them

I see 2 notes??? What magic is this?!

*Pilgrim hat and buckled shoes appear*

THIS BE THE WORK OF THE DEVIL! BLACK MAGIC! THE DEVILS INFLUENCE!! BURN THE WITCH!