Just a little update for you guys aka I'm a Twitch Streamer now!
I know I have not been on here for a while so you probably think I'm dead or something🤣
But I'm alive, just battling struggles in the adult life...
I quit my job, so that's great. The place is toxic af and I decided to leave because it was affecting my mental health. I was prepared to work till the end of Feb but I was recently informed that I am only needed until the end of Jan because they already found a replacement 🤣😅 bitches move fast...
I want to do my own thing so I decided that while I freelance as a designer/ voice over artist, I want to focus on content creation.
This is where my desperate self-promo ass comes in🤣
Please would you guys consider following me on my socials?🥹
I'm wanting to focus on twitch streaming so if you want to hang out with me while I game, go check me out🥹
Just a little update for you guys aka I'm a Twitch Streamer now!
I know I have not been on here for a while so you probably think I'm dead or something🤣
But I'm alive, just battling struggles in the adult life...
I quit my job, so that's great. The place is toxic af and I decided to leave because it was affecting my mental health. I was prepared to work till the end of Feb but I was recently informed that I am only needed until the end of Jan because they already found a replacement 🤣😅 bitches move fast...
I want to do my own thing so I decided that while I freelance as a designer/ voice over artist, I want to focus on content creation.
This is where my desperate self-promo ass comes in🤣
Please would you guys consider following me on my socials?🥹
I'm wanting to focus on twitch streaming so if you want to hang out with me while I game, go check me out🥹
I am starting a twitch channel for streaming. If you guys ever want to watch me play games and want to stop by for a chat, like this post and comment and I will post more details of when I'm planning on going live!
I am starting a twitch channel for streaming. If you guys ever want to watch me play games and want to stop by for a chat, like this post and comment and I will post more details of when I'm planning on going live!
Heyy! I love the way you write and I wanted to request smth! I imagined Zevlor meeting someone from his past as a Hellrider again, maybe someone he worked with or smth and back then they both were having feelings for each other but never said anything as they didn't think the other would feel the same, but now that they meet again their feelings just hit them again.
Thank youu! <3
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Summary: You reunite with Zevlor after escaping the Hells, finding him after a goblin tells you of a group of tiefling sheltered in a druid grove. It's a reunion that stirs up past feelings that you thought you had forgotten.
Warnings: mentions of the Bloor War, fluff, not much
A goblin you captured revealed the plans to raid a nearby grove housing survivors from Elturel. He told you how they plan to raid the grove in the name of their new God, the Absolute. After losing so much when Elturel descended into the Hells, you vowed to save as many as possible as a Hellrider, even after you got out. And now, you promise to save those who lost as much as you have from the heartache of yet another fight.
Venturing in the direction of where this goblin has told you the gove is, you spot its gates over the bushes, hearing people shouting commands at one another, preparing for something. Perhaps they know of the possible raid heading their way. You're sure that the death of one Goblin won't stop anything. It's best that you warn these people of the fight heading their way.
As you make your way to step out from behind the bushes, you see him. The red-skinned Tiefling, aged with many battles on his face but still a sense of hope in his eyes. A man you have not seen since the fall of Elturel.
"Zevlor," you whisper to yourself, a hand resting on top of the bramble bush in front of you.
You remember the years you spent fighting side-by-side as Hellriders, the armed forces of Elturel before its descent into Avernus. You remember fighting alongside him in the Hells, trying to protect those from fiends and devils taking part in Zariel's Blood War. You remember the sweet moments you had with him, whenever you could, laughing in a time when laughter seemed to have died.
You remember the last time you saw him.
Slowly, you step out of your little hiding spot, your heart racing in your chest, and your hands resting at your sides. Your eyes remain on Zevlor, hoping that he sees you before anyone else sees you, hoping that he will let you in without asking questions. Hoping that he will want to see you again.
He is not the first to see you. Some guard alerts everyone of your appearance, crossbows being armed and aimed right at you. You know it's because of your anonymity with your cloak's hood covering your face. Raising your hands in defense, you show that you mean no harm, before pushing down your hood.
When Zevlor spots you, recognizing your face, a breath catches in his throat. "Open the gate!"
His order makes you smile and you laugh lightly as he rushes away from his post to meet you at the gate.
You have never thought about what you might say if you were to see him again. Hells, you never even thought that you would. Seeing him again ignites something deep inside of you, the feelings you felt in those times when it was just you and him, sitting close together under the moonlight on watch. Sometimes it was just silent, but you were comfortable.
You think you had grown to love him, before Zariel got her claws into you and dragged you away.
"(Y/n)," Zevlor whispers as he reaches you, wanting to reach out and touch you to make sure that you are not some illusion set before him. He hesitates, pulling his hand back as he shifts on his feet.
No doubt you look different with new scars on your face and body, a sign that you still had a part to play in the Blood Wars. Which part, he cannot be sure of, but a part all the same.
"Glad to see that you made it out of the Hells before I did, Hellrider," you say, a small laugh in your voice as you take a step closer to him.
He scoffs, shaking his head as he averts his gaze from you. "Not a Hellrider anymore. And yet, I go from one war into another."
"The goblins?" you ask, causing him to nod at you before he frowns, unsure of how you know that. "One of them told me that I might find survivors of Elturel here. Never thought that you'd be included in the group."
"And now? Which side do you stand on?"
"Alway on your righthand side."
He smiles, knowing that your words are true. And you can tell that he's recounting the moments you two spent together. His body relaxes and he puts his crossbow away to welcome you with open arms.
Would anyone be willing and/or able to do some commission work with me?
I am starting a new medical aid next year and January is going to be a tight month for me so I'm trying to see if I can make a bit extra money doing some commission work.
I will probably be doing it through my Ko-fi page but instead of just writing stories, I was thinking of adding an option for artworks too.
It would probably be about $20 for a +2k word story of your choosing for any of the characters I write for on this blog (@waiting4inspiration) as well as on my other blog (@baldurs-simp).
As for artworks, I do Dungeons and Dragons character artwork but am willing to do fanart of other characters that are mentioned above. Again, pricing will start at $20 but can increase depending on what you would like in the artwork.
If you would like to see some of my artwork, let me know and I will post some later.
Please let me know what you thing about this idea?
I have an idea for a nsfw Halsin x chubby f!reader fic or any piece you're down to write :
It's Regency based with the arranged marriage + enemies-ish to lovers tropes.
• Halsin is a advisor/guard to Astarion and his royal family, he's more serious while Astarion is very much hedonistic and unbothered about the title he occupies in their Kingdom.
• In a different Kingdom is reader who is also royal family based, first daughter but not entirely dainty and extremely lady like like the other sister's, she's a strong character with interests in fighting and apothecary tending - so a healer. She just wants to be a swamp thing.
• Their families need to join their kingdoms so naturally broaching the subject with reader or Astarion is messy but Halsin has opted to persuade Astarion into the decision and teach him how to be a royal gentleman.
• Halsin travels over to readers kingdom under the guise of " diplomatic business" to learn about her in order to tailor Astarion's 'lessons' to best please her ,she knows what's up and despises him outright.
• So he's in the kingdom writing letters back and forth to Astarion's family about what he's learning, having his heated matches with the reader.
• The tension is there, but they're both so not addressing it. Halsin is learning about reader though, tailing her and hearing stories about her via the networks and now he's conflicted.
• Reader is getting conflicted too because I mean Halsin is foine. So now they're battling their demons and thots.
• Astarion and his family come over for an event, they're all meeting up and Astarion is P E R F O R M I N G, reader is far from interested, Halsin's jealousy is shoeing but he thinks its not. Especially during a dance, so he leaves.
• Reader's bound to follow , she's pressing him for his behavior and he snaps.
• Now they're having a verbal sparring match and ✨️boom✨️ they're kissing.
• then you make them devil's tango. They're addressing their situation after and turns out they may be free since Astarion fancied another sister because HEA 👀
If you do go ahead with this, change this as much as you'd like, the idea is now yours🫰🏼Also I'm in no rush and this should be done at your convenience and when you're comfortable. I'll now leave , Thank you.
Girl, this sounds amazing and I may yet turn it into a multi part series! I love it and I can do so much with it!
Thank you for sending in this idea. I can't wait to get started!
I just wanna request: imagine mistaking another bear for halsin.
Just tav walking up to a random big bear and started petting it thinking its halsin and the bear just being happy to get some head pets despite being confused
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Summary: A walk through the woods leads to an encounter with a bear you mistake for Halsin
Warnings: fluff, halsin x reader, mistaken identity
As a druid, you frequent the woods surrounding your grove, connecting with the blessing of Silvanus, and remembering your teachings. Sometimes you walk with Halsin, but today to walk alone. It's not all that bad. Some alone time does you well. You had told Halsin that today you wished to be alone and he didn't try to talk you out of it. He knows that it gives you a chance to think to yourself and he understands all that. He's not one to smother you.
Sitting on a rock on the edge of the lake, you take in a deep breath of fresh air, allowing your body to relax as you let all the air out of your lungs. You haven't felt this relaxed in a while.
A rustle from behind you makes you turn around to see a brown bear breaking through the tree line. You smile, turning your body fully to face the creature. "I was wondering whether or not you'd join me today, my love," you say, thinking that it's Halsin in his bear form.
The bear looks at you, tilting his head as he takes a small step forward. The creature gives a low growl when you stand up, a sound that you take as Halsin humming a response. "Come on, why don't you join me further into the woods," you say, walking closer to him.
The bear falls down to sit, brings up his hind leg, and scratches a spot behind his ear. It makes you laugh as you reach him and you kneel down beside him to scratch the top of his head. "Sometimes, I think that you really are a bear with how you act," you say, earning a happy grumble from the bear. "I adore you in either form. But your bear form is more adorable."
You ruun your hand over the top of his head, petting the bear all while cooing as he flops down into a comfortable position, his read resting now on your lap.
Halsin emerges from the trees, wanting to surprise you. But you end up surprising him, what with you basically cuddling a wild bear. He knows that you have a talent for handling animals, but this is an amazement to him. Especially when he hears you calling the bear what you would call him.
"My love."
He laughs, now understanding that you have mistaken this bear for him. He has a bunch of herbs in his hands, herbs that he knows you need for some elixirs you have been brewing up. Stashing them in his sack, he slowly steps forward, trying to not startle the wild bear resting with its head on your lap.
"You seem serene, my heart," he softly says, making you jump slightly as you head whips around.
"Halsin? I thought..." Your words trail off as you look back at the bear now asleep in your head.
"I am aware of what you thought," he says, a laugh in his voice as he softly takes a seat beside you and rests his hand over yours still on the head of the creature. "I must say, I am slightly jealous of this lucky creature. I wish it were my head being stroked by your tender hand."
You chuckle, relaxing that he finds amusement in the situation. Leaning your head against his shoulder you glance back down at the bear and smile to yourself.
Even though you have mistaken this wild bear as your lover, this turned out to be a really good day.
I just wanna request: imagine mistaking another bear for halsin.
Just tav walking up to a random big bear and started petting it thinking its halsin and the bear just being happy to get some head pets despite being confused
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Summary: A walk through the woods leads to an encounter with a bear you mistake for Halsin
Warnings: fluff, halsin x reader, mistaken identity
As a druid, you frequent the woods surrounding your grove, connecting with the blessing of Silvanus, and remembering your teachings. Sometimes you walk with Halsin, but today to walk alone. It's not all that bad. Some alone time does you well. You had told Halsin that today you wished to be alone and he didn't try to talk you out of it. He knows that it gives you a chance to think to yourself and he understands all that. He's not one to smother you.
Sitting on a rock on the edge of the lake, you take in a deep breath of fresh air, allowing your body to relax as you let all the air out of your lungs. You haven't felt this relaxed in a while.
A rustle from behind you makes you turn around to see a brown bear breaking through the tree line. You smile, turning your body fully to face the creature. "I was wondering whether or not you'd join me today, my love," you say, thinking that it's Halsin in his bear form.
The bear looks at you, tilting his head as he takes a small step forward. The creature gives a low growl when you stand up, a sound that you take as Halsin humming a response. "Come on, why don't you join me further into the woods," you say, walking closer to him.
The bear falls down to sit, brings up his hind leg, and scratches a spot behind his ear. It makes you laugh as you reach him and you kneel down beside him to scratch the top of his head. "Sometimes, I think that you really are a bear with how you act," you say, earning a happy grumble from the bear. "I adore you in either form. But your bear form is more adorable."
You ruun your hand over the top of his head, petting the bear all while cooing as he flops down into a comfortable position, his read resting now on your lap.
Halsin emerges from the trees, wanting to surprise you. But you end up surprising him, what with you basically cuddling a wild bear. He knows that you have a talent for handling animals, but this is an amazement to him. Especially when he hears you calling the bear what you would call him.
"My love."
He laughs, now understanding that you have mistaken this bear for him. He has a bunch of herbs in his hands, herbs that he knows you need for some elixirs you have been brewing up. Stashing them in his sack, he slowly steps forward, trying to not startle the wild bear resting with its head on your lap.
"You seem serene, my heart," he softly says, making you jump slightly as you head whips around.
"Halsin? I thought..." Your words trail off as you look back at the bear now asleep in your head.
"I am aware of what you thought," he says, a laugh in his voice as he softly takes a seat beside you and rests his hand over yours still on the head of the creature. "I must say, I am slightly jealous of this lucky creature. I wish it were my head being stroked by your tender hand."
You chuckle, relaxing that he finds amusement in the situation. Leaning your head against his shoulder you glance back down at the bear and smile to yourself.
Even though you have mistaken this wild bear as your lover, this turned out to be a really good day.
Summary: Your heritage comes out in the midst of a battle, leaving you to confess your past to Astarion, whom you have developed a strong relationship with.
Warnings: strong language, mild spoilers, aasimar!reader, fluff, written at the spur of the moment while slightly tired, a bunch of rambling in the beginning but shit goes down later on
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You have gone years without a fight until you woke up on the Mind Flayer ship with a tadpole behind your eye. Now, you cannot go a day without fighting for your survival after the ship crashed somewhere near Baldur’s Gate. You are not alone in the fight, however, having met some companions along the way who all share the same affliction you do; the threat of becoming a Mind Flayer.
The first you met was a Gith, Lae’zel, on the ship before it fell, then a Cleric of Shar, Shadowheart. The two don’t see eye to eye, but they keep the peace well enough to not cause a fight within the camp at night. Then you meet the rogue, Astarion, whom you later find out is a vampire after he tried to drink your blood in your sleep. How he’s able to walk in the sun without burning to a crisp is a mystery to everyone, but you think you could be because of the tadpole lurking around in his head. Or perhaps it is the work of the Guardian that visits you in your dreams.
Then you met the wizard from Waterdeep stuck in his portal, Gale. He has his issues. An orb sits in his chest, waiting to explode if it is not sated with magical-infused objects. You normally allow him to consume items that would otherwise be of no use to you. Items that grant you spells that you can already cast. Items useless to you, but not to Gale.
Wyll you had met after defeating a group of goblins that tried to enter the Emerald grove. Meeting him spurred your quest to help the Tieflings being kicked out by the druids. You plan on clearing the way for them, getting rid of goblins that might attack them west of the Blighted Village. Wyll had his quest to hunt down a devil, whom you found, Karlach.
Karlach is nothing like what Wyll had described and they finally came to a consensus to not kill each other. The tiefling that fought in the Blood Wars was only enlisted against her will. And she now joins your party in search of a cure for the Mind Flayer tadpoles.
You feel as if you know everyone in your party, and know somewhat about their past from what they shared with you after bunking down for nights while on the road. Yet, they don’t know a thing about your past. They don’t know who you truly are, or what you really are. But sometimes you think it’s for the better.
Battling the Hobgoblin leader, Dror Ragzlin proves to be a difficult fight. With the majority of your companions looking rough and the fight still raging on, you can’t help the necrotic energy bubbling up inside of you. You have to let it out.
Planting your feet firmly into the ground beneath you, you let out a fierce cry as ghostly skeletal wings sprout out from your back. A necrotic shroud falls over you, turning foes close to you around in fear. Your eyes turn into black pools as your gaze falls on Ragzlin, letting him know that he is your target.
The fight is quickly won after that and you drop your celestial facade, helping up Gale and healing him of his wounds. “Well, I didn’t know we had an Aasimar in our party,” Shadowheart mentions, causing you to turn your head towards her and see that everyone else stands behind her, staring at you in awe and curiosity.
“Let’s just find Halsin and get out of here,” you quickly say, walking past them without so much as making eye contact with them.
“Woah, woah, we’re not gonna talk about how fucking cool that was?” Karlach mentions as the party follows you, stepping over goblin corpses as you briskly walk toward the exit.
“There’s nothing to talk about so let’s not mention it. This is just something I can do just as you can go into a rage,” you say over your shoulder, pushing the heavy oak door open, shoving the piercing gazes you feel on your back from your companions. You sigh, knowing that they will pester you if you don’t tell them what they want to hear. “Look, it's a long story, okay. I come from a celestial background. It’s no different than Lae’zel coming from a Githyanki background. We all come from somewhere and none of us has pestered anyone about it, so why should it be different with me?” you question, turning around to face them. So, can we please leave it at that, find the druid, and get out of this place?”
From the tone of your voice, they can tell that your heritage is a sensitive topic. And they know you’re right. Everyone has their past and they are free to disclose as much as they want. It prevents tension from rising in camp. So, they suck it up, leaving your story to their imagination. Until you’re comfortable telling them.
Astarion, on the other hand, is not one to let things go. He thinks that he deserves to hear your story after he told you what happened to him and how he became a vampire spawn. Not to mention that you and him have become somewhat close. After all, you do allow him to feed off of you at night when he needs to. That creates quite a bond if he must say so himself.
As night draws near, everyone tends to themself to rest after a long day of slaying foes in the desecrated temple of Selune. You keep to yourself, not wanting to be involved in conversation as you fear that someone will bring up what happened to you in the fight. It’s a conversation you don’t wish to have.
You sit by the edge of the lake, looking up at the stars, lost in thought and memory. You don’t even hear the footsteps approaching you from behind as you stare at the twinkling lights illuminating the sky.
“There you are,” Astarion’s voice calls, pulling you out of your thoughts and back down to earth as he sits beside you on the ground. “I had thought that perhaps you had flown off.”
It was meant to be a joke and you know that. But it does not make you laugh or smile. Instead, you sigh heavily and glance down at your feet. “If only. Unfortunately, my wings are incapable of flight,” you state, looking back up at the water lapping at the shore. “They never used to be, you know. Gods, I used to be so fast, flying between clouds like a blur. Now, I can remember what it’s like,” you say, smiling to yourself as you recall a memory of being in the sky.
Astarion has his eyes fixed on your face, taking in your smile, something that rarely comes across your face since he’s met you. “What happened?” he asks, tentatively and in a whisper.
“I fell in love with someone I wasn’t supposed to,” you say, shaking your head in shame. “I fell in love with a devil. He was charming and cunning and I was cast out from my people because of it only to find out that he was toying with me because he wanted to see me stripped of my radiant power. He wanted to see me fall,” you explain, turning to meet Astarion’s gaze finally. “There is no pride in being a Fallen. Only shame.”
He understands now. If anyone, he knows all about shame and it explains more than you know to him why you never told anyone what you are. He wants to reach out and touch you, lay a hand on your wrist as a way to tell you that you are not alone in this. But he doesn’t know if you will allow him to touch you. He knows that if the roles were switched and he told you in extensive detail what Cazador had done to him, he might not know what to do with a friendly touch.
“I wandered around on my own, living off the land, too ashamed to show my face to others, fearing that they would know what I had done and how far I had fallen from grace,” you say, looking back out to the lake. “I was on my own for so long, until I was taken by those Mind Flayers. It seems fitting now, being a Fallen Aasimar with a tadpole behind my eye.”
“You are not alone in this, you know,” he simply says, leaning slightly forward so that he can hold your gaze. “No matter how far you have fallen from grace, you are not alone, little angel.”
You chuckle at his words, your shoulders relaxing as you shift in your seated position. “I’m glad to have met you, Astarion. I only wish that we had met sooner,” you say, smiling sweetly at him as you cross your legs under you. “Perhaps things would have been better.”
Astarion laughs, throwing his head back slightly as he follows your gaze out to the water. “I do not think you would have liked me all that much. I would most likely have led you like a lamb to the slaughter for Cazador to feast on. And he would have reveled in the taste of your blood,” he says, a low growl in his voice at the mention of your blood.
You two had talked about what the others might taste like to him, talking - theoretically - how different people’s blood would taste like. You’re sure that yours must taste different than those he had bitten in battle for a bit of extra strength.
“And I would have tried to kill you if you did,” you tease him, looking at him, your eyes meeting his and you two stare into each other’s eyes.
“May I see them?” he asks, his eyes shifting to your back.
You know he means to see your wings, even in their dismal state. You feel comfortable showing them to him just as he had felt comfortable telling you that he is a vampire. Giving a small nod, you close your eyes to focus on conjuring your spectral wings, revealing their skeletal form with minimal feathers covering parts of them, some looking as though they are ready to fall off.
His mouth falls slightly open as he stares at them, shifting himself on the sand of the shore so that he can kneel behind you. You can almost feel his breath on your next as he shifts closer, his fingers reaching out to touch the exposed bone.
A breath catches in your throat, your head perking up as a shiver runs through your spine, making your wings slightly perk up. Your heart skips a beat, something you’re sure Astarion can hear, and you turn your head slightly over your shoulder to look at him.
You don’t have the heart to tell him that his actions are considered something intimate between your people. Taking another’s wings is something only lovers do. You’ve never had anyone touch them, even when they are in their original, glorious form.
You close your eyes at the sensation, taking in it because you are not sure when you will experience it again. When you feel Astarion moving away, you look at him again and smile. “Thank you. For letting me myself around you,” you whisper, standing up off the ground and dusting off the sand from your hands and legs.
“No. I think I should be the one thanking you for trusting me,” he speaks, standing up with you as he gazes at your features illuminated in the moonlight. Gods, he wishes he could see you in your full glory. He knows you’re still holding back what you could be. Still, he thinks it could be absolutely glorious to see you as the angel you truly are.
You bid him good night and walk to return to your tent. As you leave him, he casts his eyes to the ground to spot a black feather that has fallen from your wings. He bends down to pick it up, twirling it in his finger as she smiles to himself.
He’s going to keep this feather so he remembers this moment forever.
