OOLOS GLENN.

𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤. independent drow original character.

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MOVED TO @menzoberras.

[alicelufenia]

Been doing lots of research on Drow and the influence of Lolth to get a better impression on their concept in DnD, and to try and nail down what I find so fascinating about them considering I find the idea of "biologically Evil or Good fantasy races" so dull usually. And this random comment on one lore video caught my eye.

I just thought this was really insightful: like given DnD's history of being written from a largely evangelical Christian perspective (ie Gygax) it's not surprising how this idea of being broken is conflated with things like Original Sin, leading to this bizarre notion of inherent evil. When instead it can mean acknowledging and working through trauma that was experienced through no fault of your own, and for which healing is still possible.

Anyway, very inspiring reading as I put together my next character: a drow trans girl who's a swordsinger of Eilistraee who just wants the cycles of violence to stop.

[Image ID] youtube comment by MythosTheSophist. Here's something to remember about Drow: Elves, like Humans, are born broken. An Elf was only complete at the dawn of time, when it was free and perfect with Corelon. Drow are still Elves, but Lolth took their pieces and twisted them. There was a time, before the Crown Wars when they were just lost, now they are banished to the deepest darkness of the world, having lost their connection to the light and to the weave. In a way, the surface Elves are not wrong comparing the Drow to Humans. A surface Elf will claim it was born perfect, but a Human or a Drow will admit on being broken and some will even try to put themselves back together. That's why Eilistraee is a Good Goddess, because she promises: I will put you back together. [/Image ID]

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Honestly a ship I would love for Shi’n would absolutely be Shadowheart

[astrronomemes]

A NOVEL I'LL NEVER PUBLISH II: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from a fantasy novel I wrote back in high school. change & alter as needed.

"Your survival was not a coincidence."

"You are blinded by your bitterness."

"You would have me murder an innocent little boy for what he might do?"

"No, you're not dying. Stop being dramatic."

"If I'm not a bad person, then why does everyone tell me that I am? Why does everyone treat me like I am? Why do they all hate me so much?!"

"What's so important about an old chair?"

"For the first time in my life, I don't feel like I'm doing something wrong just by existing."

"Go ahead and get in the bath, sweetheart. I'll bring you some clean clothes, all right?"

"My name's not honey. And it's not dear, either."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're really bad at relying on other people?"

"You mustn't speak like that around here, [name]! You could get yourself in terrible trouble!"

"Everyone is always looking at me like they think I'm this great big hero, but I don't even know what I'm doing!"

"Oh, honey, I'm not trying to be hard on you. I just want to make sure you're prepared for what's out there."

"Can you tell me about my parents? Were they like me at all?"

"There's nothing wrong with having a little fun once in a while."

"You're... a different kind of hero, that's for sure."

"Why are you even bothering to teach me?! We both know I can't do this!"

"They told me I should learn to play an instrument. Like the harp. I've never even seen a harp. I don't even really know what a harp is."

"Please, [name], I don't know what I did to upset you, but I'm sorry. I just want to make things right. You're my friend, and I don't want to lose you."

"God, they were really awful to you, weren't they?"

"You're not one of them, [name]. You're not like them. You're not anything like them. And I'm sorry that some people treat you like you are."

"How am I supposed to just accept a future without you in it?"

"She was the first real friend I'd ever had. Sometimes, I think she's the only real friend I've ever had."

"That man couldn't find his way to his own butthole with both hands and a map."

"These woods are dangerous at the best of times. No place for a kid like you, son."

"Seeing as somebody just tried to murder me, I'm really not in the mood for a party."

[spiderwarden]

Her eyes close as those tender lips lay affections upon her skin - inhaling with the warmth that it inspired within her chest. Her hand lifts while he lavishes attention on her and scritches tender extremities along the line of his chin. As the pads of her fingertips massage into his skin she feels the small prickle of stubble and she turns her head against his chest. Gaze softens as she runs her fingers along his face and muses on how he will need to shave soon - but then as the memories come she turns her head back forward to welcome the shared experiences. She exhales - feeling the tension melt away from her shoulders in such a way that she could never do anywhere else. Never do with anyone else.

Minthara's hand lowers to slide back down along his arm; rubbing into his skin there as she closes her eyes. The memories bring a smile - softened in all the ways as the swell of pride comes from the sight of her hand finally closing around the handle of a blade. A blade! How excited her daughter's little red eyes are when it was finally time; finally time to take up her place in what will be the grand scheme of battle that awaited her. As did Minthara herself at her age - oh how she wished she was there for it; could be the one to show her how to use it, how to carry herself. The smile pulls at her lips grows with the parry - natural as ever, and it turns into a small piece of laughter with the memory of her attack on her father.

Her eyes open with Shi'ndra's assurance. She was never one who needed such trivial little things such as needing assurances; but somehow Shi'ndra sensing her anxieties was such an endearing sentiment. "My mother is not one to hold back; she is thorough as she is lethal." Words are lined with a confession - however subtle it may be. She had adored Sos'umptu Baenre - in all of her faith that she wielded like a finely tipped blade. Was forever grateful for the strength in her upbringing.

But even Minthara can admit that their dynamic was not the most ideal for most relationships - and despite knowing that she will provide the best of education and training. A part of her still worried. "That is true." She says softly. Minthara turns her head against him and lifts her hand back up to his chin - fingers caressing again before a grip hardens into him. She turns his head down to move Shi'ndra's eyes to hers - just so she could adjust and softly mold her lips to his.

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Now, there are no secrets that separate them. Nothing guarded so closely for fear that it would uproot everything that he has ever wanted, and found within her. A love that transcends all, the warmth of being called her husband that one time that had shook him to his very core. They are not equals, by any means, though sometimes he can close his eyes and pretend that they are something close. Years have passed since they first met, and from that first kiss he was Minthara's in his entirety. Even presumed dead, he did what he had to in order to stay close to Maydril, but even that had not been enough.

"That is where you get it from, I think. The lethality of yourself. Lolth, I would have let you run me through if you had desired it." Still would, he adds, mentally. Through the warmth and joy he shows her, there is an underlying feeling of guilt that bleeds into it. Him leaving was a necessity, too, and he isn't sure how he can properly explain it in a way that makes sense. To explain the selfishness in trying to seek her out for answers, instead of waiting on baited breath as very, very slowly, he is phased out of his daughter's life. His part was done the second she took her first breath, despite Minthara having promised that he would remain by her side to see Maydril flourish. Shi'ndra cannot forget how his heart ached when he had been informed and told to accept the first woman that smiled at him. He does not share, and he knows that Minthara would not, either.

He flees like a coward, in the dead of night. His steps are as silent as a grave as he creeps from Maydril's room as he kisses her brow and slowly makes his way to the surface. Shame tries to rear its ugly head. He is known for his bravery over the gutlessness he had shown back then. Something so entirely unlike him that it almost hurts. He longs less for home than he does for everything that was before. The laughter of a happy daughter, the morning kisses of a beautiful wife, the delicate dance around poisons and murder plots that kept them on edge.

It's not quite the same, how they try to kill them nowadays. It's so brazen and in his face in a way that entirely bores him. Run of the mill murder attempts did little to spark excitement, but he finds a small slice in it in the feeling of her lips against his. She is a welcome comfort, slight and lounging against him as she had all those years ago. They are here, now, and that is all they can ask. Had it not been Minthara at that grove, they might've lived. Estrangement does little to dampen obedience, and obey he does. A large hand lifts to brush against the sides of her jaw before his fingers find their home in her hair. It's as soft as he remembers, though tangled from the events of the day.

Maydril will be fine in Menzoberranzan. He knows that for a fact, because she is half Minthara.

His head tilts, lips parting with the shakiness of his exhale as he moves to deepen their kiss, tongue slipping against her lower lip.

[fathomlin]

" i do hope you are not planning to stick me with that dagger , abbil . you will not like how it will end . "

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Shi'ndra's brow creases. It is a wonder that he can see at all, for the brighteness of the sun - it does not burn as he has been warned that it might. It is a common affliction of Lolth's most loyal, and those who flee the chaos of Menzoberranzan because they are too weak to endure. His fight or flight has kicked in, and his eyes are wild, heart hammering in his chest in a way that he has not felt since he was a young boy with scraped knees and missing teeth. Rational thought is quick to return, and as such so do his manners. In the chaos of everything, old habits are simple to slip into. His sigh is relieved, and his blade is returned to its sheath. The weight of it is a welcome comfort. "I see the both of us are far from home, are we not?"

There is a small, respectful bow of his head, though his eyes are glassy and his vision blurs. In this moment, he is glad to be alive and shan't be poking a sleeping bear, if that is what she may be. "My apologies, I think the crash has scrambled my senses a little, abban."

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"no small affections"

shi'n is the only male muse I've had who's well above average in the pants @spiderwarden

[spiderwarden]

Minthara adores how he looked like this - how his chest heaved with every lower of her hips over him. She drags her hand down his chest - fingernails burying into skin before both hands lift to close into her own hair with a hiss. Gathering it up in her palms while hips roll with every gasping take of his cock into her sex; shivers shudder through her hips that compliment the trembling in her stomach and thighs.

Shi'ndra's hands felt so good gripping her like this. Tightening into her flesh every time their hips connect; every time he buries into her in tandem with how she rides him.

His eyes close - of heat and pleasure, and Minthara is quick to snatch his chin. "Do not look away from me." Words are rasped -unable to withhold the soft moan that followed. Her command triggered something and he angles himself with the hardest thrust yet, and Minthara's breath catches - mouth caught open. She feels his thighs lift against her backside, heels burying into the mattress to push into her more efficiently, Minthara's thighs parting more with the small curse. She releases his face in favor of quickly dragging one of his hands up to her bosom while the other hand balances against his chest. "There - right there.." And the hearty moan leaves her with the arch of her back, " Yes, Sh'indra... yes.."

@menzoberras / requested lewd.

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The way his body fits into hers feels like his own personal heaven. This is not the first time they have made love by any means, but the feeling of her wrapped around him is enough to leave him dizzyheaded. Her fingernails drag down his chest hard enough to make him gasp, his expression flinching into something closer to pleasure than true pain. He wouldn't have minded if they hurt, if she clawed at him hard enough to make him bleed, because it means he feels good to her, too.

Heels dig into the bed for leverage and his hands grasp hard at the curve of her hips as he shoves up into her, every bottom out ending with a heated little groan. He could die here, inside of her, wrapped around her and listening to how he makes her cry out, and be perfectly content. He has missed taking succor in the pleasures of his flesh, and he shows how well he remembers her with how he angles his cock into her body. Shi'ndra looks at her, now, with a look of awe and adoration, a hand lifting to first cup and knead at her breast, before he moves to pinch a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

The other cups her face and cherishes the softness against his palms, how when he brushes his thumb over her lower lip. It's a gesture that's largely more affectionate, considering they are in the heat of it all. Red meets red, and his pupils are dilated. Lips swollen from the ferocity of their kissing, and every time she sinks down onto him - Oh, Lolth, she knows what he loves about her body, and shows him a beautiful reminder every time they are tangled - his own lips part in a heated little groan. His name on her lips sounds like a whispered reverie; private praises for him, and him only. What bliss. "You are- the most- shit - beautiful woman I have ever seen."

[menzoberras-archive]

munday? munday.

[menzoberras-archive]

❤️ KISSES RIGHT ON THE MOUTH

He is the luckiest man in the world. Most think that, really, when they look at their wives from what he has heard, but they are entirely unlike any other couple in Menzoberranzan. Far more different since they moved topside, where the sun does not sting their eyes as it once had, and on this fool's errand they have found themselves on, the lipstick does not bite in the same way that it once had. Minthara is not the same woman he fell in love with, he knows, she is all broken edges that cut his fingers if he tries to handle her too roughly. She is not the same dagger that would punish him for something as simple as a misspoken statement that he has to grovel in order to get back into her favour.

He will, still, if she wants him to. Fall to his knees in blind reverence and tell her how much he loves her, what he will do for her, what he has done in her name without asking. He will pick up all of the broken pieces of a mind briefly fractured and do what he can to put her back together again. Minthara will always have her cracks, and though they fork all over, she keeps her shape.

She has always been able to capture the attention of any room she strides into, and now is not different. Shi'ndra thinks it has something to do with the long stretch of absence that stirs the fondness in his heart, or the warmth of her lips against his. With a gasping inhale, his lips part in an immediate deepen of it, a hand lifting to brush scarred fingers up the line of her jaw, up past her ear and into the softness of her hair. He has, in fact, not been this happy since she left and he is intent on not letting her go.

[sagamemes]

spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

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@spiderwarden.

[spiderwarden]

Their conversation quieted and Minthara was left staring at the dancing flame in front of them. She was seated between his knees, his back against the log that lie right next to the fire while she herself sat straight. Reminiscing between them their time together in Menzobarranzan had left an almost sour feeling in the air. One moment they were sharing how they had met - how curious Shi'ndra had appeared gawking at the ceiling of all things and not the women that surrounded him. How it had made her laugh when it had started a small scuffle with his fellow standing by to him. The next there was a hollow ache in her chest, and a saddened expression on his face.

Minthara feels his mind at the edge of hers and she lifts a palm and sets it on his knees. Squeezing it gently while she opens herself up and lets him in; a sentiment she always will follow through with and immediately inhales. Her eyes close - and there she was. The face that she had struggled so often to place inside of her mind when the silence enveloped her. She remembers looking cross at Shin'dra for it; for how he had made Maydril giggle and belly laugh. 'It is improper' - Minthara's own lips almost move with the words. Yes, their daughter. Her - daughter.

The Drow turns and brings her remaining palm to Shi'ndra's other knee as she turns herself between his thighs and lays back into him. Allows her own legs stretch out as her back settles right against his chest. She feels his arms slide right around her middle and her hands move to lace their finger together. "Show me more.." She speaks softly, head resting against his shoulder. "Show me what became of her, what will become of her."

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Their time together feels almost painfully short. It had back then, too, as he had watched her leave them and expected her to return victorious and with tales of glory that would endlessly impressive. Shi'ndra cannot remember a time where their fates were not woven into the same web. From the first kiss, right to their last - an ill-fated goodbye that he remembers intimately enough that his chest aches. It hurts for her now, too. Maydril is but a forgotten face amongst a sea of many, though he knows better than anyone else that it is not deliberate. He has grown used to the cold caress of her mind against his, and for the first time since he met her, he could truly read and understand her mind without asking her outright.

Lolth, it's as simple as breathing. As she moves to get more comfortable with his thighs cradling her, arms come to wrap around her and his head dips to press his lips against the bare nape of her neck. Though the smell of adventure clung to her skin, she still smells how he remembers. That same scent he has cherished in every item of clothing left behind, pressed to his nose until it was inevitably faded with the too-slow, yet remarkably fast, passage of time. Their daughter is the very vision of her mother, outside of the crookedness of her nose. That, the poor girl has inherited from her father. He thinks, idly, that there were worse traits she could have taken.

Lips turn to nuzzle, and another image is shared. The first time she holds a blade. It's dull enough that she cannot hurt herself and her face screws up in concentration. She has those same lines in her brows when they knit together, and when she successfully parries a half-hearted strike how her faces lights up. Her smile is brighter than any sun, and chubby cheeks dimple with it. Her expression is a perfect blend of smugness and pride. Shi'ndra cheers her on, and Maydril cracks him on his nose for his praise.

Minthara would feel how his nose wrinkles, and the heat of his breath against her skin. He has missed her. "She grew more like you with each passing day." It's a whisper slight enough that it is only shared between them, and no matter how keen the listening ears, it would remain closer to a sigh. "She will survive anything, I promise you, Minthara. She is half you, after all."

[lookingforroleplayers]

Baldur's Gate RP masterlist!

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[rpclefairy]

𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

“Wear your scars proudly.”

[rubymemes]

Send ❤️ if you want to ship but are too shy to ask

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stop squirming! you're going to be fine!

He can liken his reaction to that of a squirming child with how adamant he is that he is perfectly fine. He has had worse in his long, long lifetime and there would certainly be worse to come. It is not one of those ailments that can mend themselves if he simply chose to ignore it, and both of them know it. Were it not for the poison that coated the blade that stuck him, he would be keen to throw a bandage over it and hope for the best.

Shi'ndra scowls, but that deep rooted notion of respect grips him tight, even this far above groud. Begrudgingly, he relaxes. Unhappily, too, if the creases between his brows are anything to go by too. "It will be fine." It's said through grit teeth, and as the fabric of his shirt bares more of his ribs, he is aware of the warmth slipping over his skin from where it peels from flesh. "Ffffffuck, could you not do that a little more carefully?"

[carnivalfair]

minthara based on this twitter post