[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

young halsin i painted over for fun

[starrforge]

[endrae]

Also worked on @bg3zine 's cover for the nsfw side of the zine! This is the final picture without any cover elements, just everyone chilling in good company!

[medievaljournalist]

surely summoning many ghouls would improve this situation

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I haven’t slept as I’ve been writing five chapters of a Halsin fan fiction lmao (priorities)

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The Ranger (Reader x Halsin) - Part 2

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Part 2 - Fem!Reader

Buzzing filled your senses as you slowly opened your eyes. Above you, you noticed the fabric walls of what looked like tarpaulin. As your eyes adjusted, you looked away from the flapping fabric and noticed the soft glow of a camp light as it illuminated the space. You blinked, disoriented, the events from earlier flooding back with a rush of fear and confusion. Your heart raced as you tried to sit up, only to feel a wave of dizziness wash over you.

The tent flap rustled, and the man from before entered. He was big… no, huge… he must have been 6”7, or something ridiculous like that. He glanced at you quickly, before looking away. You guessed that he was in his early forties - but his age was hard to place. He looked rugged, but beneath his weathered, scared face, you guessed he could have been handsome at one point. He carried himself with a quiet strength, and as he set down a small bag, his movements were careful, deliberate even. You opened your mouth to speak - but all you could manage was a strangled squeak.

"You fainted," the man said quietly, his voice deep and measured. He didn't meet your eyes, his gaze instead fixed on the camp light. “I apologise, but I brought you here to warm up. If I left you... well, you would have died of hypothermia."

Fear shot through you again, and you shrank back against the tent’s wall as your mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Was he going to hurt you? Why had he brought you here? Your breath came in short, panicked bursts as you tried to assess your situation. He seemed to sense your fear, his eyes flicking towards you briefly before looking away again. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said after a few moments, his tone steady but with a hint of impatience. "You're safe here."

Safe. The word felt foreign in this context, but there was something in his demeanour—his quiet, unthreatening presence—that made you want to believe him. Despite his imposing size and the intimidating claw scar, there was a gentleness in his actions, a kindness that was hard to reconcile with your initial fear.

"Who are you?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling.

"Halsin," he replied simply. He didn't offer any more information, and you got the sense he wasn't one for small talk. He glanced at you again, his eyes unreadable. "You should rest. It's still cold outside." You nodded slowly, still wary but too exhausted to argue. As you settled back onto the makeshift bed, you kept yourself on guard - your eyes firmly locked on Halsin as he busied himself with something in the corner of the tent, his back to you. The flickering camp light cast a warm glow over his rugged features, highlighting the deep lines and the scar that ran across his forehead. Despite your fear, you found yourself strangely drawn to him. There was a quiet strength about Halsin, a steadiness that made you feel a little safer, even in this strange and frightening situation. As you closed your eyes, the tension in your body began to ease… maybe it was your exhaustion, but your fear was slowly replaced by a tentative sense of trust.

That night, you woke many times in a panic. Halsin came in and out of the tent at times, but never spoke to you - just simply seeming to check if you were still asleep or not. You never spoke to him at any point, instead, you both stared at each other for a brief moment, before head left the tent again and you fell back asleep.

After what felt like one of the longest nights of your life, you woke to the sound of birdsong. For a brief moment, you forgot where you were as you rubbed your eyes. The tent was completely barren—or at least, that’s how it appeared at first. As you shrugged off a blanket, that must have been draped across you at some point in the night, you noticed a small bowl of chopped-up fruits and nuts. Tentatively picking it up, you inspected the fruit for any signs of tampering—but it seemed safe enough. You slowly made your way to the entrance of the tent and tentatively stepped outside.

The bright light burnt your eyes for a second - but the sight that greeted you quickly took your breath away. You were no longer in the dense, dark part of the forest you were familiar with. Instead, you found yourself by a serene lake, the water's surface reflecting the soft hues of the early morning sky. Tall evergreen trees surrounded the area, their leaves rustling gently in the gentle breeze. To the east, you could just about make out the silhouette of the mountains in the distance… Civilisation seemed non-existent here. It was a hidden paradise - far removed from the forest you thought you knew.

A few meters away, Halsin sat by the lake, his back to you. You took in his broad shoulders, which you noticed, were barely contained beneath the grey t-shirt he wore. You hesitated for a moment, unsure on whether to approach him. He could still be a lunatic for all you knew… But the beauty of the surroundings and the calm atmosphere emboldened you. Holding your bowl of fruit, you walked over to him and quietly sat down in the grass beside him.

Halsin glanced at you briefly, acknowledging your presence with a slight nod before returning to his task. His heavy brow furrowed as you watched him carefully cut up fruit with a whittling knife. His movements were methodical and unhurried, his blade skilfully making easy work of the ripe fruit in his grasp. Once he was satisfied with the piece he had cut, you watched as he ate. Something about his calm demeanour reassured you, and - after a moment of hesitation - you decided that the fruit in your bowl must be safe to eat as well. You took a bite and couldn’t help but sigh in relief. The sweet, juicy taste of the peach enveloped your senses. Juice dribbled down your chin and you tilted your head up to face the gentle warmth of the morning sun - which was a much-welcome contrast to the fear and uncertainty of the previous night.

Little did you know, Halsin was watching you. He took in your profile as you sighed and noted the gentle smile which was forming on your pink lips. You were a beautiful stranger… that was for certain. He clenched his jaw and looked away.

"Thank you," you said softly, breaking the silence. Halsin turned his gaze towards you, his expression softening slightly as he did so. "You're welcome," he replied, still somewhat reserved, but seemingly less distant than the night before. You nodded and smiled hesitantly. A bird of prey flew above you both and dove down towards the lake. The creature, in a flash of brown and white, artfully snatched a fish from the waters, before ascending to the sky once again. "I've never been here before," you admitted, looking around in awe. "It's beautiful."

"It is," Halsin agreed softly as he gazed proudly at his surroundings. You turned to him, curiosity piqued. "Do you come here often?". Halsin stared at you for a moment - as if he was quietly assessing you. “Well, yes… I’m a forest ranger, so I'm aware of a few spots like this.”

"A forest ranger," you repeated, impressed. “Wow, I’m jealous. I’d love to do something like that!". Halsin responded with a soft grunt and a nod. He carefully sheathed his knife and slid it into a large military-style backpack that lay beside him. Slowly, he stood and slung the backpack over his shoulder. As he loomed above you, you noticed how huge the man really was - he almost seemed to block out the sun entirely.

Not meeting your eye-line, Halsin lifted a finger and pointed at the trees behind you, “If you head between those birch trees over there, walk straight for about five minutes and you’ll find your car on the road. Your battery had run flat, so I jump-started your car up last night whilst you slept… It should be enough to get you back into the city, but if not, there’s a station two-miles away. Ask for Cal, he’ll help you”.

“…Thank you”.

Halsin nodded and turned to make his way back up the creek. Scrambling to your feet, you brushed the dirt off your legs and called out, “Halsin?”. The man paused and looked over his shoulder back at you. His green eyes stared at you with such an intensity, it made you feel like a small sparrow in comparison. “I… uh. Thank you for helping me last night… I... I was really scared." you managed to mumble. Halsin's gaze softened, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile.

“You’re welcome. It's my job to help."

You felt a warmth spread through you. A mixture of gratitude and a newfound respect for the stranger stirred in your stomach. Despite his rugged appearance and reserved nature, Halsin had shown you kindness and care when you needed it most. And you could appreciate that.

Without another word, you watched Halsin as he packed up the makeshift tent from last night and placed it into his truck. The engine roared into life as he lifted his hand to give you a brief wave, before you watched the red jeep disappear into the trees.

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The Ranger (Reader x Halsin)

Modern AU! Reader x Halsin (BG3) Stranded in the middle of a dark, icy forest with nothing but a broken-down car and a dwindling phone battery, you find yourself fighting off panic and the biting cold. Just when you begin to lose hope, a giant, rugged stranger offers unexpected help. Updates to come soon! Added notes: Sorry I've been absent for way too long... Life stuff - but hey, I'm back into writing and I've got so much planned 🌿

Chapter 1

“Fuck.”. You grit your teeth as you feel your car slowly come to a trudging stop. The wind howls around you, battering the already loose car windows, creating a dreadful noise beside your head. Thankfully, your headlights remain on, but you know all too well they won’t last long with your car’s faulty battery. "Fucking piece of shit." You grumble as you reach for your coat in the passenger seat and wrap it tightly around your body. Of course—of course, this happens to me.

The stress of the day lingers, refusing to let you find peace. You had spent the last few hours walking around the forest—your chosen escape after a stressful day at work. The smell of pine and the sight of the sunset had certainly helped ease your worries… for a while. But now, as the forest's tranquillity turned into an icy, dark nightmare, you feel the blood rising to your ears once more.

As you opened the car door, the howling wind slapped you across the face. You could feel the temperature dropping rapidly. “This is dangerous” you murmured as you looked up at the last bit of light as it disappeared behind the skyline. The tall pine trees surrounding you seemed to scream as the wind whisked through their sharp branches. The darkness was almost palpable, and gods - you could feel its oppressive weight pressing down on you. After fighting against your frozen fingers, you fumbled with your phone for a few seconds, before finally managing to turn on the flashlight. To your annoyance, the weak beam of light did little to cut through the darkness…. but it was all you had. You trudged towards your car’s bonnet, every step a struggle against the biting wind.

Mechanics were never your strong suit. Hell, they weren't even your weak suit - whatever that meant… you swear the cold was making you go delirious. Racking your brain, you tried to remember a single piece of useful information from your last MOT. The frustration builds, each second feeling like an eternity as it dawns on you… Almost choking back tears, you realised just how ill-prepared you were for this situation.

Your breath shot out in quick, visible puffs, mingling with the cold air. Popping the hood open, you peered inside - but it was hard to make out anything with the flashlight's beam wavering with your shaking hand. Everything looked like a tangled mess of metal and wires to you. They may as well have been organs, or wet spaghetti for that matter. Despite trying to remain hopeful, you truly had no idea what you were looking at, let alone how to fix it. The sense of helplessness grows, feeding your frustration. The cold seeps quickly into your bones now, and you couldn’t help but curse under your breath. Your phone’s battery was draining alarmingly fast, the flashlight dimming slightly. Panic started to rise in your throat. There’s no one around, no help in sight, just you and your broken car in the middle of nowhere.

In a moment of blind range - you kicked the tyre, but it only caused pain to shoot up your leg… which only added to your aggravation of course. “Fuck!” you yell into the night, the wind swallowing your voice. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself. You knew that you needed to think clearly if you had any chance of getting help - but the cold and the dark grew relentless, gnawing at your resolve. You closed the bonnet, resigning yourself to the fact that there’s no way that you’re going to fix the car here and now. Where you stood with your broken car, deep in the forest, you quickly decided that your only option was to get back in your car… and just hope you didn’t freeze to death.

Wrapping your coat tighter around yourself, you quickly climbed back in your car. Although the car itself wasn’t warm at all, the break from the relentless winds made you sigh in relief. You checked your phone again and what you saw on the screen made your heart drop - your phone only had 2% left. With a slight whelp, you threw your phone into the glove box and slammed it shut. You promised yourself then that, even though you had no signal, your phone was strictly for emergency use only.

The darkness outside was thick, oppressive, and the usual comfort you found in the wild was replaced by an uneasy feeling that crawled up your spine. The forest that night felt different, sinister almost, and the thought of stepping back out into the cold, black void was terrifying. You tried to calm your racing heart, reminding yourself that you loved nature, that you had come here to relax… But the rational part of your mind was losing the battle against the primal fear of the dark. You shakily reclined the seat, hoping to get some rest until morning. The wind howled around you, making the car creak and groan as if it were alive. You wrapped your coat tighter and closed your eyes, trying to block out the eerie sounds of the night. Sleep, however, escaped you. Every rustle of the leaves, every snap of a twig, made your heart jump.

Minutes felt like hours as you lay there, eyes shut tight, trying to will yourself into a state of calm. The cold seeped through your coat, making you shiver uncontrollably. Your breath came in short, shallow bursts, and you could feel the beginnings of a panic attack creeping in. The darkness seemed to press down on you, making it hard to breathe… and to think. Then, in the distance, you saw it. Headlights, faint at first but growing steadily brighter, cutting through the blackness like a knife. Your heart skipped a beat and then began to race. Someone was coming. Someone or something. The forest, which had felt deserted and empty, now seemed to close in on you, each shadow hiding unknown threats.

You sat up quickly, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The headlights grew closer, the beam illuminating the trees and casting long, sinister shadows. Panic surged through you. What if it wasn’t someone here to help? What if it was someone dangerous? Your mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. You fumbled in the glove box for your phone, hands shaking - but you stopped yourself. If this wasn’t an emergency, you didn’t know what was, but you couldn’t waste the battery now. Not yet. You needed to see who it was first, you needed to be sure.

You could barely breathe. You felt trapped, the dark, cold forest on one side and an unknown threat on the other. The panic clawed at your chest, your vision narrowing as you struggled to stay calm. The car slowed as it neared yours, its headlights glaring, blinding you momentarily. You shielded your eyes, heart hammering in your chest. This was it. The moment of truth. You watched as a large, no, huge figure climbed out of the 4x4’s driver door. The man walked slowly towards you… And then you realised - he had an axe, or at least something axe-like, in his hand.

You screamed as your whole body shook violently. Despite the howling wind, you heard his heavy footsteps come closer and closer. Your vision began to close in on you - and before you knew it, everything went quiet.

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I love all art that people do of BG3 characters - but I love it even more when they’re drawn to look imperfect.. flawed and well, like real people. I always feel a little weird when I see paintings of Astarion looking a little bit like Jake Paul

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BG3 Scents (Headcanons)

Okay so bear with me, I’m slowly getting back into writing on here.. in the meantime, I’ve really gotten into perfumery, and so, here are a few thoughts/headcanons of mine...

Gale: Candle wax, olive oil, sea salt, black tea, parchment paper and a very faint citrusy scent - perhaps lemon or grapefruit.

The wizard’s scent is reminiscent of an old stone house, the very kind which provides you with cool shelter on a hot day… and somewhere in that house, someone has found an old recipe and is now searching through the cupboards for ingredients…

Astarion - Red wine, leather,  french lavender, oud, bergamot, smoke.

This scent seems so awfully overpowering at first. It’s the kind of smell that makes you curl your nose up - however, the longer it lingers in the air allows you to notice the subtleties of the scent.. the sharpness of the wine, the sweetness and smokiness of the oud. It’s the kind of scent that is intoxicating - and certainly not for everyone…

Shadowheart - Sugared rose, cherry, lilac, french lavender, frankincense, vanilla, myrrh.

Floral, sugary and almost religious in nature… The half-elf’s scent is reminiscent of an ancient stone church, dark, cool and ancient in nature… There is, however, a floral element too - as if a bouquet has been left to lay wilting by an altar.

Halsin - Pine, oak, woodsmoke, birch sap, fig leaf, wet fur, nag champa.

The druid’s scent is subtle; it’s almost exactly how the forest smells after a heavy storm.. strong, wild and raw and yet, there is still a heady warmth to the scent. Waves of nag champa and fig leaf lay layered on his skin - and of course, due to the nature of such smells, last for days on his clothes too.

Lae’zel -Juniper berries, fresh mint, cypress, sweet grass, dew, white cedar.

This scent is clean, fresh and delicate… It awakens your senses just as a bright crisp sunrise would after a refreshing night camping in a meadow.  At first, it may seem like a fairly gender-neutral fragrance, however, the softer notes of the sweet grass and juniper berries can be noticed whenever the wind changes direction.

Wyll - Cardamom, honey, tobacco, bourbon vanilla, grey amber, almond, musk.

This scent is rich, perhaps even a tad on the spicier side of the scent spectrum. To some, it may seem like a spiced dessert paired with a strong drink - to others, it’s reminiscent of being nestled up by a fire, reading a book whilst a thunderstorm cracks overhead. It is sweet as it is masculine, royal as it is earthy. 

Karlach - Blackberry, ginger, pepper, dragon’s blood, sandalwood, orange.

Just like the tielfing herself, this scent is unapologetic - firey and playful. The scent toys your senses, the pepper and ginger bubbles like sparkling wine - whilst the sweeter notes of fresh tart fruits provide a girlish, youthful touch… the scent reminds you of pricking your fingers on thorns whilst you collected berries as a child. However, the deeper notes of dragon’s blood and sandalwood round the scent out - those warmer scents are welcoming… homely even. 

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Hey, noticed you haven't posted in a bit. I hope you're doing alright!

Hey thanks anonymous 🤍 I really appreciate your message!

ngl I’m struggling a little bit atm. Sometimes life seems impossible 😵‍💫 just spiralling but I’ll be okay!

I’m really grateful for everyone who’s sent in a request/pairing, I promise I’ll get round to them asap - just not in the right head space, but I see you and send you my love and good energy 🤍

[magearmour]

Baldur's Gate 3: Astarion

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How Astarion / Gale / Halsin would help you unwind after a stressful day 🌿

Astarion

- Astarion’s technique to help you unwind would definitely be distraction.

- After a stressful day, Astarion would spend a little bit of time to fluff up pillows or to gather a blanket or two, before inviting you to sit with him.

- He’d probably pour a glass of wine for you each. He’d chat utter rubbish to you, or alternatively, Astarion may retell some great story of grandeur to you (which is half true and half greatly exaggerated)

- A few games of cards may be played, or perhaps chess.

- Astarion would suggest that you both plan an escape together… whether it be a break somewhere peaceful, or far away, he always thought that even the very concept of disappearing somewhere new was quite soothing

- Failing all else, Astarion would offer to brush your hair. He’d carefully take the time to braid your locks (if you have longer hair) - making sure to run the comb gently across your scalp before tying your hair in a ribbon. Alternatively, if you have shorter hair, he’d source a bottle of rich oil , being carefully to run it across your scalp and massage your head gently under his fingers.

Gale

- Gale would know something was wrong as soon as he laid eyes on you.

- He’d instruct you to go splash your face with water and to change into something comfortable. As you did so, he’d prepare a warm and comforting meal for you - careful to make it just to your liking.

- As you ate, Gale would ask you about your day - listening thoughtfully and providing any suggestions or input where he saw necessary. If you’d prefer not to talk about it, Gale would completely understand, and instead, he’d simply sit with you. He’d probably busy himself with a task, humming softly or singing under his breath as he did so.

- Gale would have a ‘special chat’ with Tara and would ask her to sit on your lap. After a little argument with said cat, he’d bring her to you and plop her in your lap. Once she was comfy and she had settled, you’d find her purring to be rather soothing.

- If all else failed, Gale would simply hold you. With your head pressed up against his chest and his chin on top of your head - he’d run his fingers through your hair and hum a soft sea shanty he learnt as a boy living in Waterdeep.

Halsin

- Halsin would offer that you join him on a walk. Even if he hadn’t prepared a route before hand, he’d naturally pick whichever walk had the prettiest views and scenery.

- He’d walk beside you, talking to you by pointing out plants or telling you stories from folklore. If you ever grew tired at any point, Halsin would effortlessly pick you up and carry you the rest of the way.

- Once you both reached a scenic view point, Halsin would invite you to meditate with him. He’d show you a few of his preferred breathing techniques until you found yourself naturally letting go of any tension you had gathered over the day.

- Whilst you sat with your eyes closed, Halsin would quietly gather a few plants, such as lavender, from the nearby area. He’d rub the leaves and flowers between his hands, releasing a sweet herbal oil. The druid would then sit beside you, slowly taking your hand in his to massage the oils into your palm.

- Halsin would naturally be an expert in pressure points, and so, through a hand/arm/shoulder massage, he’d be easily able to help melt any tension out from your body

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Hey guys!

Thank you to everyone whose sent in a submission for the BG3 pairings! I’m hoping to get through most of them by this weekend 🌿✨

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Long Day (Halsin x Reader)

Smut 18+ 🗡️🌿

- Halsin gives you some love after a long day (oral sex, maybe part two on its way?)

The bright orange spark of a flame illuminated your bedroom. Your body ached after a long day, which rather felt like an eternity, of greeting and meeting nobles. You were always grateful and humbled to meet those who travelled across the land to meet you - after all, you were the ‘oh-so-famous hero of Baldur’s Gate’. Granted, you loved meeting townsmen and families who now called Baldur’s Gate their home, but oh god… nobles… How you hated them. You hated their snooty fake smiles and prying eyes as they scrutinised every move you made.

You’d much rather have a genuine conversation, but nobles were incredibly fake. As such, you always had to put on some fanciful clothes and do up your hair to meet with these nobles. And yes, you could admit you looked rather smart, but these constructive clothes made your body ache in such a way armour never would.

Letting out a deep sigh, you caught sight of yourself in your bedroom mirror. The black makeup beneath your eyes had smudged, making you look a little bit like an owlbear. Heavy footsteps entered through your bedroom behind you. The sweet scent of pine and musk enveloped your senses, already allowing your muscles to relax slightly.

Halsin..

You spun on your heels and leaned your body against the dresser as you watched your lover walk towards the basin in your room. His thick forearms were coated in thick layers of ash and mud, which he wiped away with a damp cloth. Dropping the washcloth into a pail on the floor, he then splashed water on his face. Once satisfied, the large druid untied his hair from its loose bun, causing his hair to fall in gentle waves on his shoulders. The muscles in his shoulders wavered as he moved, and you had to force your gaze away.

“Is everything okay, my heart?”

Halsin made his way up behind you, wrapping his arms gently around your body. Nodding slowly, you forced a smile onto your face, but of course, Halsin saw right through it. He pressed a kiss against your shoulder. Slowly, his hands trailed down the sides of your corset. You looked ravishing.. the way the corset showed off your figure, hugging onto every curve and extenuating your beauty. Halsin felt blood rushing across his body, but he inhaled deeply to keep himself in check. The smell of skin filled his senses - which didn’t exactly deter his lust.

You watched Halsin’s reflection in the mirror as he dropped his head to your shoulder - slowly planting kisses up your trapezius muscle. He was incredible… truly. You already felt yourself loosen under his touch. His large hands dropped from your waist and slid down your thighs. Between Halsin’s warm touch and your bare skin stood nothing but a thin silk underskirt. The pressure of the Druid’s touch increased as his grip tightened on your thighs.

A soft whimper escaped from your lips and you slowly spun to face your partner. Halsin gazed down at you, his green eyes glinting hungrily. Lifting your chin and rolling onto your tip toes, you edged your face closer to his. You felt his hot breath on your lips, and you could hear from his breathing that he was trying to keep it together. “Halsin…” you murmured.

“Mm?”.

Leaning forward, as far as you could reach, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder and pull him down slightly so your lips met his ear. “I need you”.

Without another beat passing, Halsin took you by the hips and lifted you onto your dresser - causing various bottles and other trinkets to clatter to the floor. You gasped as you felt the cold contact of your back against the mirror behind you. Halsin stared at you intensely as he ran his hands slowly down your legs. Once he reached your knees, he gently parted your legs and gazed at your already wetting cunt. A soft hum sounded from his chest. Fuck, you were gorgeous.

As he lowered his head between your legs, you ran your hands through his thick brown hair. He looked so beautiful amongst the bunched silk from your dress and between your - before you could conjure another thought, Halsin flickered his tongue against your clit. You moaned softly and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Practically purring, Halsin shuddered in delight. His wide tongue began to flick against your clit slowly - which caused you to arch your back. Pressing your palms against the dresser beneath you, you brought your knees up against your chest.

With one hand around your right ankle, Halsin guided it to rest upon his broad shoulder. His other hand, squeezed your left thigh, which made you gasp. The elf’s tongue quickened in pace, and your bucking hips did nothing but encourage his hunger. Gasping for air, you pressed his head down harder between your legs - practically smothering him between your soft thighs. Halsin’s cocked twitched beneath his trousers, growing almost painfully erect.

The pressure began to build in your lower stomach and you squeezed your thighs tighter around Halsin’s head. As they bucked almost uncontrollably, Halsin reached up to grab your hips to hold you in place. You began to see stars as the pressure built and built, only growing stronger with each movement of Halsin’s tongue until… You covered your mouth with your hands as you let out a weepy moan. Panting heavily, you came and released your grip on Halsin’s head.

Between frantic breaths, you stared at your partner hazily - you could almost feel the condensation on the mirror behind you. Halsin slowly stood up as a soft smile danced on his wet lips. The male-elf’s face was flushed berry-pink and his hair now fell in messy clumps around his shoulders. His tongue flickered arose his lips as he tasted what remained of you on his lips.

Slowly, he reached out to you and held your face between his hands. His warm lips pressed against your forehead as he closed his eyes. You could smell the sweat and arousal pulsating from his body… he smelt intoxicating.

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Part two on its way? Maybe

[zuzartii]

It occured to me that I forgot to post this one art of Shadowheart and my Dark Urge that I really like. YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

[sasukesgucciflops]

Halsin being big and buff and scars all over and a low voice,,, but that cute ass nose and those lil pointy ears with tiny braids in his hair………… save me.

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I saw you doing BG3 character pairings! So!

Im generally alt dressings (currently outfit for ref is red cargo pants, black leather crop top, red net crop over that, and knee high platform boots with my black and red micro braids pulled to the side)

I like the night and general darkness, I actively avoid being outside during the day. I like mind games and such. I don't like big animals, or heat

I'm also ftm lol

Mate, you sound cool! Thank you for sending me a submission 🌿 So I think I'm going to pair you with Mizora

Mizora

After years of watching over faerun, not much interested Mizora. However, whilst trying to control Wyll, she found herself being awfully distracted by you (not that she'd ever admit it). She would be incredibly taken back by your sense of style, and how striking you are compared to all the dull nobles around.

She'd come visit you during the night, whilst you were awake and your companions asleep. You two would sit for hours together, talking about your lives and your history... Mizora would confess that she never took such of an interest in any mortal men, that is until she first saw you... You fascinated her. And she would smash the earth to pieces for you.

Although she always kept a cool composure and would never admit it, Mizora found herself being rather flustered in your presence. As your relationship progressed, you'd often lay together on a cliff top. Mizora would take great care to braid your hair and listen to you talk. If you ever mentioned that anyone irritated or upset you, she'd always offer to send them to the very hells themselves. She'd bring you gifts, such as infernal armour, fantastically beautiful studded boots, or beautiful weaponry just to see you smile.