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[grlmmjow]

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Hello, my name is Maria, I'm from Spain, I'm in my 30s and currently obsessed with BG3, specifically Astarion.

Sometimes I write (I am a disaster keeping schedules though). [ HERE ] is my AO3. If you prefer to read on tumblr, my generic tag is [ BG3 WRITING ] here you can see the [ COMPLETED ONESHOTS ], and in case you want something quick: [ WIP GAMES ]; but I do think I've posted more things on AO3 than tumblr.

Anyway, drop a message if you want to chat :)

[grlmmjow]

I got my wedding pics back (finally), and even if I don't really like getting my face online........... I love this picture so much I want to share it :') Also, I'm wearing so much makeup I don't even look like my usual self, so.... LOL

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

if they're gonna remake The Princess Bride, it should open with a kid sick in bed scrolling on his phone. his grandpa arrives with a gift--it's a DVD player with a disc already inside. grandpa hooks it up to the TV and presses play. and we all just watch the original 1987 film again.

[litsenn]

Hi! I just saw your post about Ellith getting their hair EVERYWHERE and I was wondering if they allowed Astarion to brush it lol. I find that activity really bonding and intimate 💕 (if it doesn't take them all night ofc lol)

Hellooo @grlmmjow ~ Thank you for your question!

the thing is that Ellith, pre-tadpole, doesn't want anyone to touch their hair -- they positively HATE it.

After they woke up on the Nautiloid, they're not fond of it either. It feels like their hair is something they cherish dearly and letting someone else touches it feels, indeed, too intimate.

Yet, as they really start to deeply bond with Astarion in act 2, they let him brush it for the first time. It doesn't happen suddenly over the night though; it's more like a progressive process until they trust him enough to let him brush and play with their hair (and he loves it).

All in all, as for as I can tell, he'll remain the only person who can actually take care of their hair, clean it, brush it, play with it and even, on some rare occasion, braid it.

[grlmmjow]

I love this! I love this so much! I bet he is very good at braiding and brushing their hair because of his high dexterity and attention to detail (he does embroidery!!!). It'd be a calming activity for him after a long day <3

"Come here, darling, bring me your locks, I've had a long damned day and you definitely need some detangling."

[wandaezo]

[grlmmjow]

It seems my light's been swallowed up

I've used up every ounce of luck

I need to leap into the fire, find a higher power

And reach for something new

I need somewhere that's safe to run

It can't just be with anyone

It's got to be with you.

[grlmmjow]

The Things We Become [Chapter 6]

AKA My Rogue AU duo run self-indulgent fic c:

[ READ AO3 ] [ Start here ]

Rating: Non-explicit chapter. That will change soon lol.

Pairing: Astarion x Named Female Dark Urge. Astarion's POV.

Chapter Word count: 3,103 words

Fic Summary: Astarion wakes up on a beach after being kidnapped by mind flayers. The first person he meets is a twitching, amnesiac elf who doesn’t even remember her own name. He intends to exploit that vulnerability to his advantage, refusing to let anyone else join their small group. (BG3 canon game from Astarion’s POV, retelling my duo run with my girl Amara and him as both rogues. Without the rest of the group to help, they only make each other worse).

More writing: [ AO3 / tumblr tag ]

(divider by @strangergraphics)

"Gods. You are delightful, my darling."

Astarion whispers against Amara's bleeding neck. He keeps his lips pressed to the rapid pulse, which still insists on pumping out more blood than he should take for the night. "Mmmm.. Truly delicious."

"Nnngh. Mmm. Astarion.." She shivers under the vampire's weight, one of her hands grabbing a tight fistful of his blouse at his ribs. He smiles even if she cannot see and kisses her neck all over, making sure the wounds close and she lives to feed him another night.

Astarion begins to retreat but finds Amara's grasp relentless. And, to his surprise, part of him doesn't want to leave her warmth either.

She's been shaking and shivering the whole time, grabbing at him, letting out small noises of delight. He knows she is enjoying it. He knows she is exactly where he wants her to be. If he keeps this up, Amara will fall in love with him. And then, she will never betray him.

If he does a good job, no matter what Cazador promises her, she will stay by his side and protect him.

"My name sounds beautiful when it's whispered so sweetly on your lips." He remarks, lifting his face from her neck to gaze down at her. He keeps her gaze captive, letting her explore every line and freckle of his red irises. "Say it again."

"Astarion. You are beautiful." She says, and to his surprise, the devotion in her voice makes him feel truly beautiful.

"Observant." He answers. There is an intense tension between them that is making him feel a bit out of place. Which is odd, honestly, because he's been seeking this exact situation since the moment he decided to keep her. Something in his gut tells him that this isn't right, something isn't right. It clashes with what he is, of course. Astarion has been manipulating people for two centuries. Why is one more of them making him feel such a heavy load in his belly?

[loveridden1999]

if i was a soccer player i'd simply kick that ball in the goal instead of wasting everyone's time

[grlmmjow]

man I'm so glad I'm not on call this weekend @ world cup finals

I actually WAS on call but I had to change it when my coworker's mom got very sick 🤷🏻‍♀️bullet thoroughly dodged

[jiabisu]

[litsenn]

*Years spent in worship of Bhaal, leading his savage congregation in prayer, sacrifice, and slaughter.*

[linkfrombreathofthewild]

got a new very goofy weapon yesterday

[grlmmjow]

i love it when astarion calls amara "my dear morsel" after bite night lol

[grlmmjow]

I'm being responsible and using my time for studying instead of partying (aka being on tumblr) but man. I miss it so much I may collapse.

[grlmmjow]

I have already 3 or 4 chapters planned hehe

[gailynovelry]

The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.

[litsenn]

[Sexy] WIP

Thank you @scoldingdarjeeling for tagging me. I do have something steamy cooking (still working on this).

No pressure tags: @grlmmjow @taras-toe-beans @optimisticgrey @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @bloodless-sandpiper @unovafarm @merlamps @archduchessgortash @thepoisonjackal

🔞NSFW - shameless smut ahead🔞

Lunging forward, Ellith could smell the scent of the Duergar’s blood on his skin, mingling with the remaining dust and ashes. The Drow made no move either to reject them or welcome them, but the lustful spark in his eyes was more than enough. Ellith straddled his lap.

He was hard, but calm. His hands remained still at his sides, as if waiting for the bard’s next move before taking any initiative. It would be fun. Ellith's thighs tightened around Nere’s legs, ever so imperceptibly. Just enough to ensure their grip around their prey. A powerful prey, that they could feel through the fabric covering his thighs. Strong muscles tensing beneath their apparently frail body. “The Absolute will make a good use of your audacity…” “Forget the goddess for a moment, I’m the only one you’ll be worshipping tonight.” Nere was about to retort but Ellith stole his breath and words with a ravenous kiss, greedy lips nibbling shamelessly, tongue sneaking into his mouth, seeking contact… and to make him shut up. Which was quite effective. It took only a few seconds for Nere to grab their waist and pull them closer so that he could press his hardness against their crotch. The dress was getting in the way. Ellith broke the kiss. A few movements sufficed to get rid of the piece of fabric, and before long, their body was fully exposed, safe for their red stockings which they were determined to keep on. Half a second later, the Drow’s lips were sucking and lapping at their hardening nipples, and Ellith cradled his skull to keep him there. His breath was getting jerky, his touch more possessive on their waist, fingers digging into their flesh as he started to rock his own hips against their exposed cunt. “Aren’t you the eager one, now?” The bard mumbled, guts clenching through their craving. A craving for his sex, for his blood, for his head… Yearning to be filled, dripping and breathless, yearning to be the last thing he feels. Ecstasy through death, lost in the swarm of their Urges, of their own lust. “You… hm… such indecency…” Nere moaned through the wet kisses with which he was lavishing their breasts. “Distracting me… from my holy mission.” Ellith cupped his chin, their grip firm and their face stern but not devoid of playfulness. “I am your mission now.” He looked up at them, lips trembling with need, and before he could say anything else, Ellith was unfastening his trousers and pulling them down his legs. Following their initiative, the Drow took off his shirt, already sweating, already leaking precum, his whole body trembling in anticipation.  “I’ll be your diligent recruit, True Soul…” He said.

Divider by @saradika-graphics