A blog where I can just blatantly thirst over Arthur Morgan! Very much a ship and let ship kind of person, when I write a ship post please exit stage left rather than tell me why my ship is "incorrect". She/her. 30. A volatile pansexual. 18+
Howdy everyone, there's going to be a few changes around here! I will be frank, I'm struggling to find the motivation to write headcanons and fics kind of on demand. And that's definitely not to say that people's ideas aren't great and I wish I could just tap into my old creativity well and write them. It is very much a me thing! I'm incredibly busy with my own writing (working on a novel and a script) so that is kind of taking away a lot of my attention, creativity and requires me to stick at it if I want to get anywhere.
So from now on my inbox will be opened-ish. You're welcome to pop by and suggest an idea, but from now on if I don't feel like writing it I will share it with the wider world (the rest of tumblr) and ask if anyone else would like to take it on. There are a couple of things I'm going to work on from my inbox, but my main focus will be on working on my long form Red Dead Redemption 2 Fanfic - The Only Compass I Need and my Red Dead Redemption rewrite (work in progress).
Thank you to everyone for being lovely and supportive. Please don't ever hesitate to drop by with your thirsty thoughts of the day or even, dare I say it, your VDL Gang height discourse opinions!
Feels crazy that baby boy is going to be off to a childminder soon for four days in the week! Time really has flown by since he was born, like it really does feel like it was only two weeks ago that he was three months old, but he's a big, ol' chunky 9 month old! I know I'll miss him a lot, but I also feel like I'm going to enjoy working again and he'll have so much fun at the childminders because he loves spending time with other kids and there's so much space for him to crawl around and play with lots of new toys and do all sorts of activities.
Gale is a human colored by a disdain for his humanity. He goes into detail multiple times about how his humanity is a dissatisfaction. He wants to go further into the Weave, to know divinity completely.
Mystra is the Weave. She is magic, full stop. This is explicitly stated.
But when Gale held her, kissed her, there was nothing there to touch. Skin more like marble in its flawlessness. Eyes more like crystal in their luminance. She always smelled of sharp rosewater, always tasted of mild sweetness. Never a hint of sweat, of saliva, of any of the unclear oils and bacterias that infest the mortal form.
Somehow, I can't imagine Mystra ever laid with him as a man. Why would she bring herself low, to get in a human's actual bed? What would even be the point, when an ocean of cosmic perfection lay above?
Did it disgust him, then, to travel so high, lay with the very form of Magic, only to return to his meager human body? To be the owner of skin that smelled of sweat, skin that had scars and wrinkles and marks, skin that aged?
When Mystra cast his aside for his folly, did he long for the divine from the confines of his humanity? Did he hate the needs and limits of his body, the various hungers that cried out to be sated, when all his mind craved was that glittering perfection?
Mystra loved Gale's magic. Mystra loved him as a tiny expression of her own self.
Gale is his mind, certainly. His mind is where the magic is. His mind is remarkable. His mind is worthy of love. But this human thing, this temporary human thing that is a body, is not him in the same way. It's needy, and he wants so badly to escape from it into the divine.
And maybe that's what surprises him so much about being loved by a mortal. That someone would lay with him, Gale the man. Would bury their nose into his neck and breathe deeply the scent of him, would kiss the crows feet at his eyes and relish in the taste of his mouth.
Gale knows the touch of perfection, but the embrace of humanity has a deeper flavor, one that grounds him to the earth. One that makes him realize that flawless, perfect love is a distant thing, an inhumane thing.
He’s such a lover boy. Gale loves to take your hands into his and leave gentle kisses on each of your fingers. That, or he’ll walk beside you and intertwine your fingers before bringing your hand to his lips, kissing its back. He loves it when you reassure him. Most of those conversations involve him bringing up your hand to cup his cheek and kissing the inside of your wrist. He just loves your hands. It’s so delicate, the way he kisses you there.
Cheek kisses are a must. We’ve all seen the kiss animation where he leaves a cheek kiss and tav pulls him into a *real* kiss. He leaves cheek kisses on purpose, hoping you’ll pull him back in. That isn’t always his motive, though. If he gives you a gift, makes you a meal, or delivers a love note to you, he’ll also press a kiss to your cheek and linger near your ear long enough to whisper how dearly he loves you.
Collarbone kisses are reserved for quiet moments. Laying together, sitting beside each other under the stars, bumping into one another as you get ready for bed. He’ll lean down to kiss your collarbone. This always leads him to trail kisses from one collarbone to the next, then to your jaw, then to your lips. He’s enamored by you. He delights in kissing you where you may not expect, but in such a way that you know he wants to express his adoration for you.
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chest, forehead, lips
Gale loves it when you kiss the faded scar of the orb. His breath catches every time you do. He has to take a moment to appreciate how grateful he is for you. You kissing his orb (the remnant of it) leads to him taking you in his arms, kissing your forehead, and telling you how grateful he is that you came into his life.
Speaking of forehead kisses… Gale LOVES them. He feels bashful to recognize how giddy those kisses make him. If he’s accomplished something or done something sweet for you, give him a forehead kiss. He’ll blush and grin and almost certainly wax poetic about how magnificent you are. And he’ll most certainly want to return those kisses somewhere else…
Which leads to my next point. Gale wants you to grab him and kiss him senseless. Judging by how he reacts to tav grabbing him for a passionate kiss, he wants it to happen more. He could get lost in you. He *wants* to get lost in you. He’ll initiate a makeout sesh no problem, but he appreciates more than you know when you grab his robe and pull him into a kiss. Grab his robe, tug his hair a little, bite his lip. He’ll pull away with a lovesick grin and a remark about how “phenomenal” or “breathtaking”you are.
”If you ever need to talk, my ears are all yours. Any part of me is yours, should you wish.”—Halsin, Act 3.
Halsin x inexperienced!fem!reader
PWP
word count: 653
NSFW/MDNI below the cut
The puffed seam of your sex was exposed. And throbbing with need. You widened your legs with wicked intent, granting Halsin a generous view of what the handling of his turgid member had done to you, unable to resist snaking a slender hand down to stroke your neglected pearl.
He smelled of herb gardens rather than musk, not at all like the scent you had expected from the many bawdy stories, all of them claiming that human men possessed a distinct odor in their most private regions.
Not elves, it would seem.
In fact, there were no signs of advanced years below his waist. As you were given the opportunity to look, feel, and taste him up close, you found him divinely sculpted: from the weight of his balls to the immense, graceful curve of his cock. It pulsed in your grip, swelling further until it seemed impossibly hard and firm.
You admired the veins running along its dorsal side and the way his uncut foreskin rolled back to expose his substantial glans: the lovely mushroom-shaped head with a purplish tint and delicate indentation. Pearlescent, milky beads of precum gathered at the slit beneath your ministrations, glistening against his skin.
The act of devouring his seed.
Rather than spilling into a waiting womb, it would be subsumed and broken down, reduced to the nutrients and vitamins vital to the creation of life. It was a selfish act. A blasphemous one.
And the fact that the former Archdruid wanted you to do it—that he had willingly offered himself up for you to wine and dine upon—was unbearably titillating.
The wet suction of your mouth and the deep, shameless swallows echoed obscenely through the cavernous space. You grew bolder. Greedier. Saliva gathered faster than you knew what to do with, some of it slipping from the corners of your lips, displaced by the girth of Halsin’s cock as you fed him into your mouth with every bobbing movement.
Further and deeper you dared to take him, feeling his twitching head nudge insistently against the entrance to your throat. Then, suddenly, you slipped, and he plunged.
Your swallowing reflex seized, rippling along his shaft and massaging his crown.
Halsin groaned loudly, the sound breaking into a gasp. The hand tangled in your hair tightened painfully, urging you deeper before he caught himself.
It had been instinctive. A momentary loss of control.
You were unused to such stimulation. You gagged and were forced to retreat, coughing softly as you caught your breath. Halsin did not seem to mind. If anything, his dark, blown-out eyes and parted lips suggested that he had liked it far too much.
You were certain he had experienced every manner of lover: skillful artisans in the service of Sharess who could take a fat cock all the way without so much as a blink, and partners like you, innocent to the many ways of carnal expression and desire, still learning the ropes.
The thought did something unexpected to you.
There had been other souls who had taken pleasure from his cock, who had sought him out and greatly desired him, knowing he promised a night they would not soon forget. Rather than stirring jealousy, the thought thrilled you. You enjoyed watching the way others perceived your lover: the way Halsin moved confidently in a crowd, the way their eyes followed his stride, the way they yearned.
Because you knew that all of this was yours.
It filled you with pride. It made Halsin even more desirable and unbearably attractive.
Your appetite sharpened. You moved faster, curling your tongue along the underside of his length to collect his salty taste before hollowing your cheeks once more and sucking down hard.
Halsin growled.
His strong hand tightened in your hair again, guiding the movements of your head and neck. Faster.
You mewled around a mouth far too full to answer him.
I thought babies made cute, babbling, goo goo gaa gaa noise and meanwhile I'm putting my laundry away and can hear my 8 month old son growling in his crib! 😂
In the most appropriate way I can ask how'd you feel wjen you heard the original take of Arthur talking too his horses
I'd only ridden male horses for the longest time, so when I heard the re-recording of 'Good girrrrrrl' with a female horse I nearly fell off my sofa! I was like a Victorian woman on a fainting couch! When I heard the original my brain turned to mush! 😅🥵
Halsin would've been proud of me today because I rescued a massive bee from a train carriage! Fly free huge fuck off bee! Hope they made it home safe because it must've been pretty wild to travel for a few mins and end up miles away!
