#illithid!tav

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for @theemperorweek prompt: dance

[midandevil]

Thunderflay / Drink Dry the River Lethe

[ascendedbananamaster]

I JUST LOOKED UP MIND FLAYER TAV HOW ARE PEOPLE PLAYING AS MIND FLAYERS SO EARLY IN THE GAME IS THIS AN OPTION I MISSED

[midandevil]

Drink Dry the River Lethe

Rolan / Illithid!Tav — Explicit — Read on ao3

“She’d thought it would be different now. That the fear haunting her would fade along with her humanity. That hunger would bring clarity. Power. Certainty. // And yet, here she was. Still hiding. // Always hiding.

Tags: monster romance, slow burn, angst with a happy ending.

Tumblr tag: #thunderflay

A few months. That was all it took to turn from saviour to fugitive, hero to villain. Tav is trapped between two worlds—no longer fully human, but not yet the illithid she was meant to become.

Not that it matters. The city she died for now speaks her name in fear, hunting what’s left of the illithid with Tav as the grand prize.

Defeat seems certain. Surrender, inevitable.

…That is, until a former ally finds her—and, against all odds, chooses mercy.

In that moment, Tav sees the truth she hadn’t been prepared to admit: survival won’t come from goodness or secrecy. It will take help. Rolan’s help.

If he’s even willing to give it.

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pastel squid

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im reloading i want my dex back but i had to paint the babyface at least

[midandevil]

Last Line // WIP Whenever ✍️

Thanks for the tags @redroomroaving and @acreaturebythewater!

These are both taking from the upcoming second chapter of Drink Dry the River Lethe 🦑🖤

Last line:

She took a breath, steady but deliberate—half for show, half for herself.

And a little excerpt, just so you know the vibe we’re dealing with here ;)

Tags for @reverieblondie @baldursghaik @pikapeppa and @commander-krios

[midandevil]

Tav seeks out Rolan with a request she can’t afford for him to refuse in chapter two of Drink Dry the River Lethe, out now.

“…Tav?” // Her name caught in his throat like a stifled cough. Emotion spilled off him in a raw, unguarded wave: surprise, yes, but also wariness. And urgency—not aimed at her, but past her, toward the corridor. As if someone might be listening. // Her smile softened—from teasing to understanding, from sharp to gentle. // “Hello again, Rolan.”