Excerpts of a torrid, forbidden love affair, coming soon to burn retinas everywhere!
Potential titles in the works: Bodacious Key, Falling Head Over Keyholes, Love Never Gonna Die, or Bodacious T and Salacious Key: The [Unfortunately] Unbreakable Waves of Love
tagging a bud @fefe-the-cat Thank you @snewts for the art!
I got tagged back by @tynithia so I'll share a snippet of my current fic focus (it's been bouncing round 5 fics at this moment and it is driving me insane LOL). This is from the Ellipsus fic "Worlds Intertwined" and is my first stab at Barcus joining my stories so please be mindful of that if it isn't on par with Barcus.
And yes Karlach ends up in a lot of life threatening pickles in my stories, the brain cells dig the angst LOL
"Just…worried you know?" I spoke softly,
"Karlach is going to survive. She survived Zariel's nightmares for ten years, survived three crazed Avatars of mad gods, and a gods damn alien brain from another realm." Dammon spoke firmly, before I nodded. Jaheira and Shadowheart came in with two new people, a man and a woman. The man had deep brown hair, a strange tattoo on his chest, and deep brown eyes, whilst the woman had moonlight white hair, a circlet, and cleric robes denoting Selune.
"Mercy, this is Gale and Isobel, friends we made during the Absolute Crisis. Gale and Isobel this is Dammon's sister Mercy." Jaheira introduced,
"Shadowheart told us you struck out on the forge, so we are here to help in whatever way we can." Isobel spoke quietly,
"It is appreciated though without the forge…" I trailed off, feeling my eyes burn as I clenched my fists.
"Well how do we make a forge then? One that is capable of it?" Gale asked,
"That would take months, even with the amount of Tieflings we have here willing to help. Not to mention the parts it would take, parts we don't have nor have access to. Karlach doesn't have that kind of time. She has four gears left." I replied,
"Well then we better figure out a solution shouldn't we?" a gruff voice spoke, before Barcus came in, carrying a heavy bag with scrolls and bits sticking out of it. Dammon stood up.
"Barcus. I didn't expect you to show up, thought you were busy." Dammon spoke surprised, as Barcus chuckled.
"Well we finished our last job so I sent everyone to take a vacation if they wished then overheard your friends here talking to the wizard and the moon cleric and offered to come with." Barcus remarked, before he set his bag down and Dammon smiled.
"Well it won't do much good. No forge and limited time." I spoke softly, before Barcus chuckled.
"That is where you are wrong young lady. I heard you say four gears remain correct?" Barcus asked,
"Yes. Once those go, Karlach will die." I replied, before Barcus went digging into his pack, pulling out a set of inferior iron gears.
"What do you say we snatch back some time then hmmm?" Barcus remarked, before Dammon hauled him into a bear hug.
"I owe you a jug of mead Barcus!" Dammon crowed, before Barcus grumbled.
"I'm a grown gnome Dammon not a child. Please put me down." Barcus grumbled, before Dammon put him down.
"Worlds Intertwined" is an AU esque inspired fic where the main OC has been separated from his beloved Karlach and has landed in another realm entirely. Meanwhile Karlach and Wyll have landed in Avernus and are fighting to get her home and find the main OC's whereabouts.
Currently on Ellipsus but will one day make it to AO3.
Tagging @goodgirlgonebard @shandoratheexplorer @tavyliasin @arachnomancer @the-font-bandit @optimisticgrey and @chaushaus and laying down a freebie grab for anyone else who wants to join!
This WIP tag catch up is brought to you by a 1 am idea exploding onto an Ellipsus draft (though I would have caught up in well twenty or so tags LOL). I was tagged in three WIP games so there will be three snippets including the 1 am idea that exploded on me.
Bits will be below the cut because one of the snippets is from the TBD title Chapter 14 of Weeping Shadows to Bloody Wings as while it primarily focuses on Astarion's POV, there will be spoiler bits. Oh and there are potentially easter eggs as well, let's see if anyone spots them <3
Weeping Shadows to Bloody Wings Chapter 14 draft (with a mention cameo of @shandoratheexplorer's lovely character Octavian Exeltis wine company because I fully endorse that Astarion is a wine snob and would a thousand percent have excellent wine in his wine cellar <3)
"Good good. Fetch the fourteen seventy Exeltis wine please." I remarked,
"Right away milord." Yorrik spoke humbly, before heading off. I went up and bathed, before emerging in a robe once dry and my curls attended to, finding Yorrik in my study with the wine. He poured my goblet full and I gestured.
"You may leave the bottle Yorrik and retire for the night to your family. I have no need of you til morning." I remarked,
"Yes milord. Have a good night milord." Yorrik spoke humbly, before bowing then leaving. I shifted my robe as I sat down, taking a sip of the wine as I pulled the first stack of letters over. Anything that was courtship letters was immediately tossed into the fire, the rest were Council letters, and other such boring letters.
I sighed as I refilled my goblet, standing up as I moved to the fireplace, watching the last of the letters I had burned twist and burn into naught, but ash. I turned before stopping when I saw the letter on my desk.
My eyes flitting to the balcony door which was still locked then shifting out to the door of my study, looking around the mansion shadows and seeing no one or no thing lurking. I stepped back into my study, closing the door as I turned back to my desk.
I walked over, carefully reaching out and brushing the letter, finding it real and not an illusion, furrowing my brow. I picked it up, finding it high end paper, though the wax was simple. I picked up the letter opener and opened it carefully, checking for powders or anything unusual.
I tugged out the letter carefully, finding nothing of note in it either before unfolding it and finding beautiful calligraphy.
Dear Lord Ancunin
Word has reached the shadowy depths of the vampire world of your feat and whilst many cry for your head, I find myself humbly curious. Whilst Lord Szarr was loud and boisterous in his bragging of such a feat he was to take, naught but graveyard silence has been heard from you, the usurper of his unholy dream.
Yet I do not see you as a usurper, I see you as a victor, chosen by fate themselves, destined to change the very tapestry of night and blood that enshrouds all vampiric denizens.
I know as well that you have felt loss of the heart, of the soul, a rending pain that time does not dull, an ache that cannot be eased, a void that cannot be filled, a crack of an undead heart that cannot be fixed, yet time moves ever on, numb to the pain that drowns.
If you wish to reach out, you only have to leave a letter in this envelope and it will come to me.
Regards,
A curious admirer
At the bottom of it, there was a crest emblazoned into the paper itself. A raven perched above a skull over a framed cross like background with a circle up top holding a shadowy castle, the background was crimson, with silver trim, the raven black as night.
Second snippet fromBroken Melody of Twisted Darkness Chapter 35 draft "Twisting Shadows in Sharps"
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Melodia came in smiling with little Isobel in her arms, the child having been a surprise for the pair nearly five years ago now. Ketheric smiled as he stood, walking over as he kissed Melodia.
"Hello my beloved moonlight." Ketheric spoke gently and Melodia smiled.
"Papa!" Isobel spoke fiercely and held her arms out as Ketheric smiled, taking Isobel from Melodia before Melodia began to cough. Ketheric looking at her concerned.
"You should see the healers again my moonlight." Ketheric spoke concerned,
"I'll be fine dear. They said it was just the changing weather, nothing serious to be worried over." Melodia spoke gently and started making amusing faces at Isobel who giggled as she wiggled in her father's arms. I smiled as I watched, hopeful that one day I would find the same joy that Ketheric and Melodia had for each other and their family, a love eternal that would last beyond the ages, be written about perhaps, and mayhap legacy as well.
Third snippet from the Ellipsus fic titled "Undead Hells" where the OC Raven is my most fucked up Durge I've created and needs a lot more than therapy
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I felt off the moment that we had stepped foot in the palace where Cazador resided.
Astarion's nightmare.
A monster who had lurked for over two hundred years in the shadows of Baldur's Gate, kidnapping hundreds for food through his slaves, torturing them, but something was off.
I stopped as I leaned on the wall, taking a deep breath as I attempted to ground.
"Are you alright?" Karlach's voice cut through my silence, looking up and nodding.
"Yes. Just…worried." I spoke softly, before Karlach nodded.
"Same. Astarion has good in him, hoping he makes the right choice." Karlach spoke softly,
"Yeah." I spoke softly, though I could understand the temptation, knowing exactly what I had once rejected, once denied, the tempestuous whispers in my fractured mind and soul.
I took a deep breath once more, before continuing on, finding we had split into groups. Eventually we converged at a study, Astarion, Shadowheart, and Jaheira looking rough.
"You three alright?" Gale asked,
"Ran into Godey, got the key." Astarion spoke tensely, before going inside the study as we followed. I was starting to feel even more ill, my arm beginning to burn as the wards against those who would oppress me, use me, abuse me began to struggle against whatever else I was feeling.
We descended into the depths and I soon understood why I was struggling.
Vampire spawn.
Hundreds if not thousands, in gilded cages of shadowy deception.
Fuck.
I heard Astarion converse with a man named Sebastian, the group soon moving forward, slowly following, each step agony.
We reached a huge central area, lit with the Infernal glow. Astarion yelling at Cazador, his attempt to punch him, then chaos erupted as Astarion flew through the air.
The surge of magic nearly sending me to my knees as ghouls and wraiths sprung from the darkness, werewolves surging like a tidal wave from the edges, and Cazador in the middle beginning to speak the rite.
I took the chance, knowing it would only buy enough time for Gale to get to Astarion to free him, drawing my bow, an arrow at my fingertips.
"GALE! TO ASTARION!" I screamed, as Gale whirled, before he spun with a Thunderwave tearing from his fingertips then sprinting across the unholy floor as an arrow cut through the air, sending Cazador to the ground.
I barely saw that before werewolves were on me, retaliation for catching their master off guard. My bow skittering off somewhere, yelling in agony as the burn in my arm became sheer agony as jaws crushed my arm, barely getting my dagger out as I stabbed wildly.
I managed to gain my footing, facing down ghouls and more werewolves, their numbers swelling, briefly seeing Cazador aglow with his hellish necromantic magic, glaring at me, his neck drenched in blood, yet unmarred.
My arrow only inducing rage as well as giving time. I staggered back as a wraith got lucky, their claws slicing through to my belly, cutting back with my dagger.
Yet as more gained luck, sending me to my knees, all slowed down as my eyes drifted over the unholy hells we were in.
Jaheira and Shadowheart bloody, Jaheira's schimitars drenched in black ichor and hellish red blood, Shadowheart cradling her shoulder as she traded Blood of Lathander for a secondary sword.
Gale and Astarion besieged, Gale's magic beginning to show faded colors, faded elegance, his limits rearing against a shadowy tide.
Karlach falling with her axe head all that was between her and a werewolf going for her throat, its claws digging through her armor, flashes of hellfire laced blood with howls of the unlucky seared by her Infernal collar.
Thank you for the tags @goodgirlgonebard @alrendriablaze and @optimisticgrey for the WIP tags <3 <3 <3
Gentle no pressure tag backs for @goodgirlgonebard @alrendriablaze @optimisticgrey and fresh no pressure tags for @the-font-bandit @shandoratheexplorer @tavyliasin @strixamans and @dramatiquechipmunk
I've been tagged in two of these recently so here is a snippet from the yet to be named part 4 of Lullaby of Twisted Darkness and Blood series. Yes I'm a tease, I will not apologize.
Thank you for the tags @shandoratheexplorer and @optimisticgrey <3 <3 <3
No pressure tags: @goodgirlgonebard @arachnomancer @verbenaa @dramatiquechipmunk @deadly-diminuendo and @strixamans
I've been tagged a couple of times in two separate games and I'm slowly starting to get back into the groove of things!
As I've had three, I'm going to post two snippets from Ellipsus and a WIP from a fic! Due to the snippets and WIP being *spicy*, it is below the cut.
First snippet is from unnamed Kinktober Prompt "Nipple Clamps and Threesome" featuring Aylin, Isobel, and Shadowheart with Shadowheart being a bit on the fluffier side of things. Don't worry, Aylin and Isobel help reassure her and things get *very* heated.
Second is from unnamed "Voyeurism" prompt where yet to be named Durge has been a bad boy and Halsin and Shadowheart are punishing him by making him watch but being unable to touch or release for the moment. Durge knows he's a menace, doesn't mean he's ever going to stop being one hehe.
Lastly a bit of the WIP chapter 34 of "Foggy Shadows" where Karlach and her beloved Thorin get away for an evening to themselves at Telra's insistence.
"You'll still be able to tell when I'm feeling emotions, I'm an open book to you my love." I murmured and kissed Thorin once more as his hands slipped further under my tunic, finding my breasts bare under it and pulling back as he looked at me surprised, getting a mischievous smirk from me.
"Are you entirely nude under these?" Thorin asked,
"Why don't you find out?" I challenged and Thorin shifted his hands down, undoing my belt, a hand soon delving before his eyes snapped to mine and darkened with a fiery hunger before his lips smashed into mine with pure need, pure desire, pure unfettered and unburdened love. I returned the ferocity, my hands tangling into his wild mane of grey blue hair and his tunic, before he sat up and shed it, baring his muscular upper body with ridges mapping across his skin. I sat up with him and licked up along the ridge over the center of his chest before tugging my own tunic off with Thorin's help, my belt soon joining it as Thorin drew my face back up to his and kissed me hungrily, getting hunger in return before Thorin pushed me back down and he began to lick and kiss along my neck and jaw.
Thank you @shandoratheexplorer @strixamans and @tynithia for the tags <3 <3 <3
No pressure tag backs to @shandoratheexplorer @strixamans and @tynithia as well as no pressure tags for @optimisticgrey @dramatiquechipmunk @deadly-diminuendo and @tavyliasin
I'm only slightly behind because for once I didn't have a suitable last line and now I do xD. Also I too do not follow the rules of last line it is an ineffective endeavor xD
WARNING VAGUE SPOILER AHEAD
Thank you @shandoratheexplorer for the tag <3
No pressure tags: @goodgirlgonebard @arachnomancer @dramatiquechipmunk @strixamans @tynithia and @optimisticgrey
